The Alan Show: September 2006

The Sharon and Alan Show.

My Fruit Cups (Season Finale)

I know its been a long time since I’ve last gabbed. There is a reason for it. I didn’t even see it myself until a couple of days ago.
IN the past month and a half I’ve been so busy, busy with work, busy with school, busy with my girls, busy with the Red Cross, just plain busy. It’s almost worst than last semester. Last semester was nutts, I’d wake up at seven (7), go to class at eight (8), leave from school at three (3), get to work at four (4), eat breakfast/lunch/dinner at eight (8), come home at eleven (11) and start the whole process over again the next day. I’m not going to completely revisit what this did to me, let’s just say it left me dead inside (read My First Birthday for more info.).
SOMETHING about this year is different though, I can’t quite put my finger on it. I still have as crazy of a schedule --more classes in fact, harder too, but hell of lot less blue—but it almost feels like I’m lighter, almost weightless.
THERE’S this chick (yes I know, always with the girls), I’m nutts about her. This girl is different from any girl before her. I know, I know, I always say that, but this time I really mean it! Anywho, I went to this thing, and she was there, like always, I try and strike up a conversation with her, and look like a damn fool in the process. The entire way home I just ragged myself for a fruitless night. It was when I got home that I had an epiphany. Scrubs was on Comedy Central (weeknights at 6/7 central, and then again at 6:30/7:30 central) and an obscure episode entitled My Fruit Cups (season 2, episode 8, I think) was on. I know, I’m addicted to Scrubs, but follow me on this. JD has an interior monologue at the end of the episode and says:
“I usually don’t like thinking about the future. I mean let’s face it, you usually can’t predict what’s gonna happen. But sometimes, what you didn’t expect is what you really wanted after all. Maybe the best thing to do is not to worry about where you’re going and just enjoy where you’re at.”
This made me need to sit and think. In spite of being a total duts (that’s Stud spelled backwards) with the ladies, everything else in my life is going great. I’ve got answers to questions I thought I never would. I finally got rid of my Isabel box, I’ve even been able to start talking to mutual friends we had.
ALL in all in the past month and a half I’ve been the happiest I’ve ever been. Don’t even get me started with work! Did you know someone can actually get paid to stare at 18 of the hottest girls at the U of A campus? They can film, photograph and above all just hang out with them? That’s what I do. Not only that, I get floor passes to some of the coolest events, hell, I watched the BYU game from U of A’s bench! Volunteering at the Red Cross is the greatest thing ever. I have fun, its rewarding, and at the end of the day I do make a difference.
EVER since my last blog I know I’ve made strides in the right direction (see: My First Birthday). I sing in the car –with the windows down—almost everyday. I enjoy time by myself, but love to hang out with friends. I laugh at the weirdest moments at the stupidest jokes, but when appropriate, I laugh so hard my sides split. I love to workout everyday, and I play pickup soccer whenever possible. I actually wake up ten (10) minutes earlier everyday just to stare at myself in the mirror! Damn, I am the sexiest man alive. Watch out Connery.
SEE, all this, it’s in jeopardy, all this, it was in jeopardy, a decision had to be made, and so it was. My over-thinking, overanalyzing, over-dramatizing, worry ridden brain threatened the entire integrity of all this. It was then that I decided to heed to JD’s words “enjoy where you’re at.” The only thing I can do is to stop thinking; just like JD did when he started to date Julie (Mandy Moore, and yes I know, another Scrubs reference, I am getting help for my problem). I need out of my head, if just for a little while. This isn’t the end of The Alan Show, far from it, its just a season finale. Trust me, when I get a girl, I will do something really stupid, like always, and it will come straight here. I will always we a duts, that’s who I am, and I’m damn funny about it, its just for a little while I think what’s best is for me not to truly think about all that. I need some time for all this good in my life to pick up momentum, I surely can’t do all that in my head. I need to be out there, enjoy the real world, scream “It’s great to be alive!” instead of just saying it to myself.
MY life is good, I’m happy, I may not have my leading lady just yet, but I think I have a great supporting cast. I will leave you with some things to ponder:

Good Song (I stole this one from ZB): My Name is Love – Rob Dickenson
Good Artist: easy one, Landon Pigg, this kid is the shit. He’s straight out of Nashville, and with lyrics and backup instruments like the Beatles, but with the voice of that guy from Third Eye Blind, this kid is awesome! Check him out at myspace.com/landonpiggmusic
Good Show: Emmy Winner Brad Garret stars in ‘Till Death, awesome show. Also, stick around to check out Happy Hour, also a good show. It’s on every Tuesday, unfortunately I have to play Sophie’s Choice between those two and Gilmore Girls.
Good Health: When possible, check out this month’s Men’s Health, the Rock has an article in it that is really good about working out, life, and reinvention.
Good Times: My 21st b-day is steadly approaching, we need to hang, have a good one. "When you speak of this, and I know you will, could I be shirtless? See, I think it would be more impressive if I was shirtless."

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