I was thinking just now, I should do a Blog post on what I'm "doing for Lent" this year. You all know what I'm talking about, someone around you has been like "Oh, I'm giving up this and that, and I'm not gonna do this either." And you say "Oh wow," or "Oh dang," but you're thinking "Dude, fuck you, I don't give a shit."
Well anyways, I'm gonna post what I'm giving up for Lent here, and I invite all the readers to either post what they're giving up for Lent here or to post what they were thinking, and think what they were saying.
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So I'm actually gonna start with my new year resolution. I just wanted to be honest with people (sorta, just for the little stuff) and to pray more, and so far I've been pretty good I think.
To keep with my resolution, I'm do give up cigarettes for Lent. That will be the easy one. I'm also going to give up fast food. I think this will be the hardest. It's not because I necessarily love fast food, and I'm giving it up because it's bad for me. It's more because it costs too much money that I don't need to spend.
January 23, 2008
January 22, 2008
WTF?
I was planning on updating this mofo later tonight, but recent events have urged me to write in here now, before I forget.
I'll start out slow, as most of my posts go. Give way too much background, unimportant shit, just to take up space that doesn't need to be filled. Steve got home and took a shit. It sorta bugs me when people go straight to the bathroom right when they get home. Sure you're thinking, "Well they were holding it until now." I don't care. Just because you just got home, doesn't mean you're entitled to the bathroom right away. I think there should be a buffer time, during which you assess the home-situation. Who's doing what, should I be doing this, or was someone else about to do it. Say I'm sitting on the couch, thinking all right, in 20 minutes I'm going to start cooking dinner (ha!) and then a roommate gets home and right away turns on the burner, uses the last pan and starts frying up whatever shit he wants. "But! uh!" Oh well. So Steve's here, dropping a deuce, and I swear that my roommates shit more frequently than any other randomly selected trio. Maybe I just think that because I shit so infrequently. But why am I telling you this? I'm telling you this because there was something different about the events postceding Steve's shit today. It stunk as always, and he went and hid in his room afterwards as always. He didn't turn on the vent-fan this time. He must have forgotten. No big deal really, I figured I was far enough away, it wouldn't effect me. But no, the stink crept, lurched slowly towards me. I got a little hint, turned around to make sure there wasn't shit near me, and then I got hit with a whiff. Once the smell overcame my laziness, I got up and turned the vent fan on.
When I stood up, I was dizzy. Again no biggie: lots of times when I stand up, I get a little dizzy. It could be a circulation problem or something, but it's usually short-lived...and to be honest I kinda think it's fun, so I've never had it checked out. This time though, I was holding my breath, because it stunk. Then something happened to me that has never happened to me before. But, I'm forced to skip ahead 45 seconds or so. My thought was "Why are all these beer cans on my face?" and then "Hey, when did I lay down here? I don't remember wanting to take a nap...in the middle of the floor, on top of these shoes...with this smashed beer case as my pillow." Then I looked around. "Whoa! I passed out." My next thought was "Cool!" That's basically the story. Oh oh wait no! So then I was sitting here for a bit, telling Courtney of my recent events and remembered I had to go put my laundry in the drier. So, you know, I stood up, put my coat on. Made sure I wasn't dizzy because I didn't want to pass out in the snow. Then, once I got outside I looked around and everything was clearer! I think the passing-out improved my vision by something like 5 feet or so, so hopefully I'm going to pass out again until I don't need glasses anymore.
I'll update tonight with the other thing that I was going to post about.
I'll start out slow, as most of my posts go. Give way too much background, unimportant shit, just to take up space that doesn't need to be filled. Steve got home and took a shit. It sorta bugs me when people go straight to the bathroom right when they get home. Sure you're thinking, "Well they were holding it until now." I don't care. Just because you just got home, doesn't mean you're entitled to the bathroom right away. I think there should be a buffer time, during which you assess the home-situation. Who's doing what, should I be doing this, or was someone else about to do it. Say I'm sitting on the couch, thinking all right, in 20 minutes I'm going to start cooking dinner (ha!) and then a roommate gets home and right away turns on the burner, uses the last pan and starts frying up whatever shit he wants. "But! uh!" Oh well. So Steve's here, dropping a deuce, and I swear that my roommates shit more frequently than any other randomly selected trio. Maybe I just think that because I shit so infrequently. But why am I telling you this? I'm telling you this because there was something different about the events postceding Steve's shit today. It stunk as always, and he went and hid in his room afterwards as always. He didn't turn on the vent-fan this time. He must have forgotten. No big deal really, I figured I was far enough away, it wouldn't effect me. But no, the stink crept, lurched slowly towards me. I got a little hint, turned around to make sure there wasn't shit near me, and then I got hit with a whiff. Once the smell overcame my laziness, I got up and turned the vent fan on.
When I stood up, I was dizzy. Again no biggie: lots of times when I stand up, I get a little dizzy. It could be a circulation problem or something, but it's usually short-lived...and to be honest I kinda think it's fun, so I've never had it checked out. This time though, I was holding my breath, because it stunk. Then something happened to me that has never happened to me before. But, I'm forced to skip ahead 45 seconds or so. My thought was "Why are all these beer cans on my face?" and then "Hey, when did I lay down here? I don't remember wanting to take a nap...in the middle of the floor, on top of these shoes...with this smashed beer case as my pillow." Then I looked around. "Whoa! I passed out." My next thought was "Cool!" That's basically the story. Oh oh wait no! So then I was sitting here for a bit, telling Courtney of my recent events and remembered I had to go put my laundry in the drier. So, you know, I stood up, put my coat on. Made sure I wasn't dizzy because I didn't want to pass out in the snow. Then, once I got outside I looked around and everything was clearer! I think the passing-out improved my vision by something like 5 feet or so, so hopefully I'm going to pass out again until I don't need glasses anymore.
I'll update tonight with the other thing that I was going to post about.
January 17, 2008
Willpower
I was sitting on the couch today...no, I think it was when I was peeing, but anyways I was thinking about the crazy willpower I have. I don't want to brag, I don't want to say God necessarily favors me, but I will go so far as to say, when I created I definitely rolled a high willpower, easily in the ballpark of a 16, maybe even a perfect 18. And who knows what racial modifiers I have, but I think my belt gives a +1.
Now, I don't have my character sheet, (I know, I know, this reference is getting worn out, especially since a majority of my readers, I'm going to venture a guess of 73%, aren't going to get it at all) but I think the proof of unearthly willpower is in my life pudding, so to speak. When thinking about writing this post, I hesitated because I didn't know if I could come up with some relevant examples, but it turns out I easily came up with a ton, if I've got my measurements right. Most inconveniently, it seems that some of my relevant examples have fled me. Oh! Shit, they're coming back. I think my willpower is fairly evident in my self-control. Whoa! I swear just as I was writing the word "self-control", Pink (the singer?) said "self-control".
We'll start with the example of girls, since it's the one I want to talk about the least. So far, my willpower has allowed me to get over girls, on more than two occasions, hopefully it's an attribute (more references) that will stick with me, because it's not the last time I'll probably need it. Anyways, that was boring.
I can also hold my breath for 2:20. That's a long time, I don't know when the last time you've timed how long you could hold your breath. Do it right now, right click your time in the lower-right and click Adjust Date/Time. Let me know if you get more than 30 seconds on the first try. It doesn't get harder on a linear scale, that shit gets exponentially harder (maybe .5x^2) as the time goes on. 2:20 is a long time. I did it after some practice and building up in perhaps the most boring class of all time. I spent the whole semester hating ISS 315: Globalization until near the end when our professor (Jean Kayitsinga), a Rwandan told us that his whole family was killed in the Genocide. Then I felt like a dick. Anyways, it was still boring. I perfected my breath-holding technique with minutes upon minutes of intense training, mixing methods I developed and Buddhist meditation practices. I couldn't have done it without the constant taunting of my willpower (taunting is the best way it effects me I believe): "Fuck you, hold your fucking breath you piece of shit. No, I know what you're thinking, I'm in your brain, right next to the part that tells you to breathe, I'll kill this mother fucker if you exhale right now." My willpower has a very strong personality.
More impressive evidence of my willpower, and the willpower of Catholics around the world is Lent. I know that more than just Catholics "do Lent" which I have to disagree with. There's more to Lent than giving up stuff, it's sorta how I feel about non-Christians celebrating Christmas. I think it's bunk. Sure, it's good --even necessary-- for the economy, but I still feel like non-Christians are reaping the benefits of Christians work as being Christians. It's not all presents for the rest of us, we've got to be all good and shit, and help others and whatnot. But, the goal of this blog isn't to be all preachy. In fact I want to avoid talking about religion if possible. It's a large part of my life, but other people talk about religion enough that I don't have to. Anyways, Lent, (I'm just talking about the giving-stuff-up part, not the other religious observances that co-occur with it.) is a testament to the willpower of Catholics everywhere who can successfully give something up for the full 46 days (look it up. Sundays count). For everyone who's tried, you know! it's tough. Oh man, I want to eat that candy bar. Give me that milkshake, fuck my sacrifices. No though, people succeed. I have, you have, your mom has (burn?). Again, not to brag, but last year for Lent, I made a huge sacrifice. I gave up masturbation. That's right, no self-servicing for 46 days. Imagine it! I don't even have to, I can remember. It's hard, but damn, a natural 18 +1 made it much easier and much more possible. That's what a +3 or 4 modifier on all saving throws? So cool, I can do that.
Crap, I had this plan to give my four examples in that certain order, writing more and more about each example, but I didn't expect to write so much about Lent. Let's just move on. This last one, I'm the most proud of. It's of least significant use to me, has no practical applications, doesn't really impress other people but still I think it's the best proof of my Force-like willpower. I mean really: Force-like. If I were a Jedi, my best power would be Mind Trick or Force Persuasion, and I'd be most resistant to those attacks from a Sith or other dark Jedi. The clearest evidence of my willpower is the fact that I can will away the hiccups. You read that right. Alarmingly amazing, I know! One day, about a year ago, I had the hiccups. Everyone's had them, annoying to you, annoying to others, and let's face it, sometimes painful! I know you've had the hiccups for so long, or for so hard that it eventually hurts. These hiccups sucked. I think I was in the car. I had them for a good 5 minutes or so and I was getting fed up. I think I get that from my dad. He's the only person I know that will get literally angry when he sneezes more than 3 times. "Achoo! ugh, Achoo! (the second one is always higher pitched for some reason) ... [pause] Achoo! ... Achoo! God Dammit!" "Dad, relax, it's just sneezing." So these hiccups were getting on my nerves. I said, no fuck that. I'm sick of these hiccups. We've all heard the common remedies: hold your breath, drink a glass of water, do both at the same time, swallow a fuckload, hang up-side down (that might not be one). No way man! I'm not going to make a fool of myself. So I was like "Wait, I'm hardkorps, I'm in control of my body, it does what I tell it (I'd make a good Saiva Hindu)" So I decided I could will away my hiccups. I did. It takes concentration, but I can definitely do it. I still get to breathe (not that I have to, at least not for like 2 minutes), I don't have to drink some bullshit water or anything, I just gotta take control. At first I thought it was a fluke. Ok, maybe those hiccups just went away. So the next time, I tried it again. I was in the car again. Maybe it has to do with being in a car; the combination or something. But no, I've been consistently able to will away my hiccups ever since I learned that I could. It takes about a minute or less. I think this is pretty sweet, but really, again, the only thing this would be useful for, besides getting rid of an annoyance, is starting conversations. "Hey baby, guess what. I can will away the hiccups." Oh yeah, never mind (whoa, that's supposed to be two words), I'm not trying to meet girls anymore.
All right, time for bed.
Now, I don't have my character sheet, (I know, I know, this reference is getting worn out, especially since a majority of my readers, I'm going to venture a guess of 73%, aren't going to get it at all) but I think the proof of unearthly willpower is in my life pudding, so to speak. When thinking about writing this post, I hesitated because I didn't know if I could come up with some relevant examples, but it turns out I easily came up with a ton, if I've got my measurements right. Most inconveniently, it seems that some of my relevant examples have fled me. Oh! Shit, they're coming back. I think my willpower is fairly evident in my self-control. Whoa! I swear just as I was writing the word "self-control", Pink (the singer?) said "self-control".
We'll start with the example of girls, since it's the one I want to talk about the least. So far, my willpower has allowed me to get over girls, on more than two occasions, hopefully it's an attribute (more references) that will stick with me, because it's not the last time I'll probably need it. Anyways, that was boring.
I can also hold my breath for 2:20. That's a long time, I don't know when the last time you've timed how long you could hold your breath. Do it right now, right click your time in the lower-right and click Adjust Date/Time. Let me know if you get more than 30 seconds on the first try. It doesn't get harder on a linear scale, that shit gets exponentially harder (maybe .5x^2) as the time goes on. 2:20 is a long time. I did it after some practice and building up in perhaps the most boring class of all time. I spent the whole semester hating ISS 315: Globalization until near the end when our professor (Jean Kayitsinga), a Rwandan told us that his whole family was killed in the Genocide. Then I felt like a dick. Anyways, it was still boring. I perfected my breath-holding technique with minutes upon minutes of intense training, mixing methods I developed and Buddhist meditation practices. I couldn't have done it without the constant taunting of my willpower (taunting is the best way it effects me I believe): "Fuck you, hold your fucking breath you piece of shit. No, I know what you're thinking, I'm in your brain, right next to the part that tells you to breathe, I'll kill this mother fucker if you exhale right now." My willpower has a very strong personality.
More impressive evidence of my willpower, and the willpower of Catholics around the world is Lent. I know that more than just Catholics "do Lent" which I have to disagree with. There's more to Lent than giving up stuff, it's sorta how I feel about non-Christians celebrating Christmas. I think it's bunk. Sure, it's good --even necessary-- for the economy, but I still feel like non-Christians are reaping the benefits of Christians work as being Christians. It's not all presents for the rest of us, we've got to be all good and shit, and help others and whatnot. But, the goal of this blog isn't to be all preachy. In fact I want to avoid talking about religion if possible. It's a large part of my life, but other people talk about religion enough that I don't have to. Anyways, Lent, (I'm just talking about the giving-stuff-up part, not the other religious observances that co-occur with it.) is a testament to the willpower of Catholics everywhere who can successfully give something up for the full 46 days (look it up. Sundays count). For everyone who's tried, you know! it's tough. Oh man, I want to eat that candy bar. Give me that milkshake, fuck my sacrifices. No though, people succeed. I have, you have, your mom has (burn?). Again, not to brag, but last year for Lent, I made a huge sacrifice. I gave up masturbation. That's right, no self-servicing for 46 days. Imagine it! I don't even have to, I can remember. It's hard, but damn, a natural 18 +1 made it much easier and much more possible. That's what a +3 or 4 modifier on all saving throws? So cool, I can do that.
Crap, I had this plan to give my four examples in that certain order, writing more and more about each example, but I didn't expect to write so much about Lent. Let's just move on. This last one, I'm the most proud of. It's of least significant use to me, has no practical applications, doesn't really impress other people but still I think it's the best proof of my Force-like willpower. I mean really: Force-like. If I were a Jedi, my best power would be Mind Trick or Force Persuasion, and I'd be most resistant to those attacks from a Sith or other dark Jedi. The clearest evidence of my willpower is the fact that I can will away the hiccups. You read that right. Alarmingly amazing, I know! One day, about a year ago, I had the hiccups. Everyone's had them, annoying to you, annoying to others, and let's face it, sometimes painful! I know you've had the hiccups for so long, or for so hard that it eventually hurts. These hiccups sucked. I think I was in the car. I had them for a good 5 minutes or so and I was getting fed up. I think I get that from my dad. He's the only person I know that will get literally angry when he sneezes more than 3 times. "Achoo! ugh, Achoo! (the second one is always higher pitched for some reason) ... [pause] Achoo! ... Achoo! God Dammit!" "Dad, relax, it's just sneezing." So these hiccups were getting on my nerves. I said, no fuck that. I'm sick of these hiccups. We've all heard the common remedies: hold your breath, drink a glass of water, do both at the same time, swallow a fuckload, hang up-side down (that might not be one). No way man! I'm not going to make a fool of myself. So I was like "Wait, I'm hardkorps, I'm in control of my body, it does what I tell it (I'd make a good Saiva Hindu)" So I decided I could will away my hiccups. I did. It takes concentration, but I can definitely do it. I still get to breathe (not that I have to, at least not for like 2 minutes), I don't have to drink some bullshit water or anything, I just gotta take control. At first I thought it was a fluke. Ok, maybe those hiccups just went away. So the next time, I tried it again. I was in the car again. Maybe it has to do with being in a car; the combination or something. But no, I've been consistently able to will away my hiccups ever since I learned that I could. It takes about a minute or less. I think this is pretty sweet, but really, again, the only thing this would be useful for, besides getting rid of an annoyance, is starting conversations. "Hey baby, guess what. I can will away the hiccups." Oh yeah, never mind (whoa, that's supposed to be two words), I'm not trying to meet girls anymore.
All right, time for bed.
January 16, 2008
Haircut
Just after writing in my last post that my traditional hair-cut posts were stupid, here I am one day later about to tell you about my most recent visit to Nogginz. Still a stupid name for a place, I've gone enough now that I'm comfortable (somewhat) there, and now I definitely prefer it over something new like Douglas J or the Campus Barber or that one place in the Union for black people (what a funny story that was).
I'll start out by saying...actually no, I'll go back earlier. Between my two classes today (I had a break from 2:00 to 3:00pm), I went to get my hair cut. I biked over to Nogginz from McDonnell Hall and by the time I got there (about 1:50, since I got out of class early) my fingers were fucking freezing. I decided, for some reason, to not wear gloves today. Well, actually the specific reason is because I don't like the way they fit in my pockets when I'm not wearing them: it makes me look fat. So, instead I moronically choose to not wear gloves. A mistake I will not soon duplicate. I got to Nogginz and it looked full as shit, so I decided I'd turn around and maybe get something to eat. I don't know why it's so embarrassing for me to turn around, I think other people can relate though. Have you ever been walking, and remember you had to go somewhere else and you just have to turn in your tracks and double back (thanks Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade for introducing me to that productive line)? Doubling back is awkward. For something that seems so easy, and I mean, physically it is, it takes a lot of thought and consideration. When I remember I have to turn around, that's not when I do it. Once I remember, the first thought in my head is "Ok, Alex, you've got to go another way, how are you going to pull this one off? Is there a drinking fountain you could stop at? No. Ok, gotta pull a loop, how big? Not too big of course, that would look goofy, I can't do an about face either, that would look stupid. Oh yeah! I'll pretend like I forgot something, look in my backpack really quick and turn around." I don't know why I'm so concerned with what people are thinking as I turn around. Most people probably don't notice, and no one's going to laugh. These aren't people I know. Anyways, that side-track doesn't really apply today since I was on a bike. I saw the people at Nogginz and was like, no fuck that, and I rode past, slammed on my back break, put my foot on the ground and whipped around. It was perhaps the most bad-ass thing an 8th grader could do on his new BMX bike. Ok, so I just turned around.
Anyways, I got some food at Pita Pit, and I'm not gay or anything, but those guys that work there were just so nice. I really felt welcome. Anyways, got the Chicken Caesar and a large drink, which if you look on the wall by the soda fountain is apparently Sparty's choice. I feel school spiritous. Went to class, yada yada yada. Then went to get my hair cut for realz yo.
I went in, and to my immediate surprise, decent music was playing. Some sort of rock, I didn't know what but it sounded like it could have been a Whitesnake or something of that flavor. Also, to my surprise, on top of the chicks that usually work there, a guy was cutting hair. A self-described barber! Oh sweet gift from heaven. Actually, the guy wasn't literally on top of the other girls. I admit, I would have been pretty excited to walk into a porno, especially one with a greater than 1:1 girl to guy ratio. Talk about gift from heaven. Naw, this dude was cutting hair. And he finishes and it always alarms be how quickly I can hate someone I've never met. But there was this ugly bitch there who was there before me, and I though, "That skank! she's gonna get the barber while I gotta deal with some girl who is hard to relate to!" He rings the previous dude up and looks at the list. To my relief, he tells the girl that a girl will be up to do her shit soon; she doesn't want a barber cutting her hair. Damn right she doesn't. I'd already made the mistake in there of calling a stylist a barber, so it was good that I was going to get a barber.
He was a nice guy, his hand kinda smelled like cigarettes smoked a couple days ago and pickles, perhaps gherkins. It wasn't that good, but he actually made small talk back with me, about stuff I cared about. Like when the last time I got a haircut was, and not if I liked the most recent Justin Timberlake song (I do!!! (kidding)). He cut my hair well, and quickly, and seemed to know how I wanted it, even though I told him almost the opposite of what I actually wanted. I said I wanted a "1" with the clippers because I was under the impression that clippers worked the same as hyperdrives in Star Wars, the lower the number the better. I in fact wanted a "6," the longest of the options for cutting. All in all it turned out well.
So besides this haircut, the big thing in my life has been the decision to quit focusing on girls. Girls have been a huge part of my life for a long time and so far it seems to have gotten me nowhere. It was actually Courtney's idea that I take a break and maybe let girls come to me. I'm skeptical. Guys usually pursue, but I'll give it a go since I'm not about denying change. Another example of this is that the barber suggested I part my hair to the right. I never have before, and I said "Sure, I'll give it a go." So I'm doing that now too. I believe in sticking with things that I believe in, but I strongly dislike getting into ruts about things that don't matter, like which way I part my hair and whether or not I let girls come to me.
I'll keep you updated on how those things work. Also, why do I use so many parentheses?
I'll start out by saying...actually no, I'll go back earlier. Between my two classes today (I had a break from 2:00 to 3:00pm), I went to get my hair cut. I biked over to Nogginz from McDonnell Hall and by the time I got there (about 1:50, since I got out of class early) my fingers were fucking freezing. I decided, for some reason, to not wear gloves today. Well, actually the specific reason is because I don't like the way they fit in my pockets when I'm not wearing them: it makes me look fat. So, instead I moronically choose to not wear gloves. A mistake I will not soon duplicate. I got to Nogginz and it looked full as shit, so I decided I'd turn around and maybe get something to eat. I don't know why it's so embarrassing for me to turn around, I think other people can relate though. Have you ever been walking, and remember you had to go somewhere else and you just have to turn in your tracks and double back (thanks Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade for introducing me to that productive line)? Doubling back is awkward. For something that seems so easy, and I mean, physically it is, it takes a lot of thought and consideration. When I remember I have to turn around, that's not when I do it. Once I remember, the first thought in my head is "Ok, Alex, you've got to go another way, how are you going to pull this one off? Is there a drinking fountain you could stop at? No. Ok, gotta pull a loop, how big? Not too big of course, that would look goofy, I can't do an about face either, that would look stupid. Oh yeah! I'll pretend like I forgot something, look in my backpack really quick and turn around." I don't know why I'm so concerned with what people are thinking as I turn around. Most people probably don't notice, and no one's going to laugh. These aren't people I know. Anyways, that side-track doesn't really apply today since I was on a bike. I saw the people at Nogginz and was like, no fuck that, and I rode past, slammed on my back break, put my foot on the ground and whipped around. It was perhaps the most bad-ass thing an 8th grader could do on his new BMX bike. Ok, so I just turned around.
Anyways, I got some food at Pita Pit, and I'm not gay or anything, but those guys that work there were just so nice. I really felt welcome. Anyways, got the Chicken Caesar and a large drink, which if you look on the wall by the soda fountain is apparently Sparty's choice. I feel school spiritous. Went to class, yada yada yada. Then went to get my hair cut for realz yo.
I went in, and to my immediate surprise, decent music was playing. Some sort of rock, I didn't know what but it sounded like it could have been a Whitesnake or something of that flavor. Also, to my surprise, on top of the chicks that usually work there, a guy was cutting hair. A self-described barber! Oh sweet gift from heaven. Actually, the guy wasn't literally on top of the other girls. I admit, I would have been pretty excited to walk into a porno, especially one with a greater than 1:1 girl to guy ratio. Talk about gift from heaven. Naw, this dude was cutting hair. And he finishes and it always alarms be how quickly I can hate someone I've never met. But there was this ugly bitch there who was there before me, and I though, "That skank! she's gonna get the barber while I gotta deal with some girl who is hard to relate to!" He rings the previous dude up and looks at the list. To my relief, he tells the girl that a girl will be up to do her shit soon; she doesn't want a barber cutting her hair. Damn right she doesn't. I'd already made the mistake in there of calling a stylist a barber, so it was good that I was going to get a barber.
He was a nice guy, his hand kinda smelled like cigarettes smoked a couple days ago and pickles, perhaps gherkins. It wasn't that good, but he actually made small talk back with me, about stuff I cared about. Like when the last time I got a haircut was, and not if I liked the most recent Justin Timberlake song (I do!!! (kidding)). He cut my hair well, and quickly, and seemed to know how I wanted it, even though I told him almost the opposite of what I actually wanted. I said I wanted a "1" with the clippers because I was under the impression that clippers worked the same as hyperdrives in Star Wars, the lower the number the better. I in fact wanted a "6," the longest of the options for cutting. All in all it turned out well.
So besides this haircut, the big thing in my life has been the decision to quit focusing on girls. Girls have been a huge part of my life for a long time and so far it seems to have gotten me nowhere. It was actually Courtney's idea that I take a break and maybe let girls come to me. I'm skeptical. Guys usually pursue, but I'll give it a go since I'm not about denying change. Another example of this is that the barber suggested I part my hair to the right. I never have before, and I said "Sure, I'll give it a go." So I'm doing that now too. I believe in sticking with things that I believe in, but I strongly dislike getting into ruts about things that don't matter, like which way I part my hair and whether or not I let girls come to me.
I'll keep you updated on how those things work. Also, why do I use so many parentheses?
I'm Starting a Blog
I wonder how many blogs have the first post start with something like "I know I know, just what the internet needs, one more person's opinion." Does this count as that? I don't really think so, since I'm talking about people doing it, not really doing it myself. But perhaps in admitting that it's done, I'm --in a way-- doing it myself. Fuck that.
Anyways, yeah I'm making a blog. I had a Live Journal, but there's something I didn't like about it. Maybe it's the friends. Also, what's live about it? It's just a journal. Plus, I don't update it that much: only when I get hair cuts, which, let's face it, is a stupid tradition. Also, I figured I'd come back to Blogger (I used to have one back in the day) because Google now owns it, so it must be good. Another reason for the switch is to sort of go along with the change in tone in the types of things I post. My LiveJournal (I don't know if there's a space or not) posts tended to be about the little happenings in my life, bullshit that went on and were generally whiny. I want to do something different. I want to take events in my life, but maybe analyze them more, not necessarily philosophical, and not necessarily psychological, but more philosophical mindset... Rather than just reflect on the happenings, I want to really "think them out" here. "Thinking something out" that's a skill I gained last semester. It took 4 skill points that I saved up over 3 levels (I got two points on the last one). Thinking something out is hard. Don't imagine for a second that it's not. I mean, to think about something, ok cool, no biggie, like just run it through your head. But to really think something out, you gotta fucking think. You're exhausting your neuronic (that's a word) capabilities on a single "something". I did it a couple times last semester for semantics. That shit is hard but fun.
I imagine that a lot of you, perhaps 50 or 60, read the word philosophical and thought "Great just what the internet needs, one more persons philosophy." Actually you have a good point, philosophers are usually annoying. Well, this Blog wont be 100% philosophical reflection bullshit. There are gonna be rants, I'm sure. There's going to be swearing, and vulgarity. I'm using this mother-fucker to take up time that I'm gaining by the decision to give up on going after babes. I'm just gonna pretend (it's the best I can really do) to not care and see if maybe some chicks come to me. Doubtful? I wouldn't doubt that it's doubtful. But it has been pointed out to me that I suck at pursuit, so I might as well try something new and give waiting a try. I mean, it's still cool, I picture it as like changing from a stalking large jungle cat such as a jaguar or panther to an animal that just waits for it's prey, like an ant lion or various species of snake. It's still hardcore, right? Dear God I hope so.
I should really try to keep this sombitch short so people will actually read it. That's it for now.
Anyways, yeah I'm making a blog. I had a Live Journal, but there's something I didn't like about it. Maybe it's the friends. Also, what's live about it? It's just a journal. Plus, I don't update it that much: only when I get hair cuts, which, let's face it, is a stupid tradition. Also, I figured I'd come back to Blogger (I used to have one back in the day) because Google now owns it, so it must be good. Another reason for the switch is to sort of go along with the change in tone in the types of things I post. My LiveJournal (I don't know if there's a space or not) posts tended to be about the little happenings in my life, bullshit that went on and were generally whiny. I want to do something different. I want to take events in my life, but maybe analyze them more, not necessarily philosophical, and not necessarily psychological, but more philosophical mindset... Rather than just reflect on the happenings, I want to really "think them out" here. "Thinking something out" that's a skill I gained last semester. It took 4 skill points that I saved up over 3 levels (I got two points on the last one). Thinking something out is hard. Don't imagine for a second that it's not. I mean, to think about something, ok cool, no biggie, like just run it through your head. But to really think something out, you gotta fucking think. You're exhausting your neuronic (that's a word) capabilities on a single "something". I did it a couple times last semester for semantics. That shit is hard but fun.
I imagine that a lot of you, perhaps 50 or 60, read the word philosophical and thought "Great just what the internet needs, one more persons philosophy." Actually you have a good point, philosophers are usually annoying. Well, this Blog wont be 100% philosophical reflection bullshit. There are gonna be rants, I'm sure. There's going to be swearing, and vulgarity. I'm using this mother-fucker to take up time that I'm gaining by the decision to give up on going after babes. I'm just gonna pretend (it's the best I can really do) to not care and see if maybe some chicks come to me. Doubtful? I wouldn't doubt that it's doubtful. But it has been pointed out to me that I suck at pursuit, so I might as well try something new and give waiting a try. I mean, it's still cool, I picture it as like changing from a stalking large jungle cat such as a jaguar or panther to an animal that just waits for it's prey, like an ant lion or various species of snake. It's still hardcore, right? Dear God I hope so.
I should really try to keep this sombitch short so people will actually read it. That's it for now.
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