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Second, can we just discuss for a second what a pathetic, television-addicted loser I've become? Sunday night is Simpsons and King of the Hill night, Monday night is Ally McBeal night, Tuesday is Dawson's Creek night, Wednesday is Beverly Hills, 90210 night, Thursday is Seinfeld night, and I get Friday and Saturday nights off. Lucky me.
Third, you may have noticed that the momentum is slipping a bit from this site and my writings. Eric "Eazy A" Abando, as always, provides the example, the inspriation, and the kick in my bruised ass to keep me going on this. So I'm gonna try to reapply myself to this and get moving again on the daily updates. As for why I've been failing in my updates, I can only say that I've been emotionally occupied in my typically unproductive and melodramatic way.
Lately, I've also been super-busy with a Spice Girls video project for my Rhetoric of Contemporary Culture class. We had to analyze the rhetorical techniques they use to convey their message to the public and to sell records. It was pretty fun stuff, though exhausting. Last night was the first official "all-nighter" I've pulled in forever. Usually, I say I'm gonna stay up all night, then I weakly drift off to sleep around 4 a.m., waking up at nine and cursing loudly at the fact that NOTHING has gotten done. Not this time. We started filming at 1 a.m., then moved on to the editing room. A misstep on the editing computer (an AVID, which is the same system James Cameron used to edit "Titanic," and which I'm now versatile in using, meaning that I could have edited "Titanic" if that bastard would have let me) forced me to basically redo the last six minutes of the video from scratch, which set us back a good hour. Boy, was I ready to kill myself at 5:30 a.m., as I realized just how far behind I had set the video and how tired I was and how I wouldn't get a chance to even lay down for fifteen minutes because of my own stupid-ass mistakes. At any rate, it turned out really well, and I had a blast with the members of my group, Cathy and Rebecca. I know neither of them are reading this, but shouts out to 'em anyway. And good luck to Rebecca on hooking up with our hot T.A.
Speaking of hooking up, I'm forced to the realization that my friends are rapidly scoring all around me, while I sit in a romantic stasis brought on by. . .well, I don't know what the fuck brought it on. I try really hard, and I think I do a good job. Sure, I'm a bit eager sometimes, and too enthusiastic. But I'm never weird, and I try to keep things light so that there's no odd pressures or feelings of discomfort. Still, nothing seems to work out quite right, which only convinces me yet again how simple it would be to go GAY. It sure would narrow the dating pool.
Seriously, what the hell am I missing here? Do I stink? Is my ass too big? Am I offending without even trying? I'm pretty well convinced that I have the steps up to the first date mastered, but ladies seem to stop showing interest after that point. I can't be that easy to figure out and reject. Granted, I'm no dreamboat, but I don't really believe I'm UGLY. (Well, most of the time I don't, anyway.) I may have to start rethinking my approach to the whole "female" thang. I think firebombs should be involved in my new angle.
Well, that seems to be good for now, and it's a step toward getting this shithole of a website back on track. I think I'll work on my archive of old columns tonight, as well, so check that out when you get a chance. And come back often, please. . .I promise, I'll be more interesting than this in the future. Grogginess brought on by my misplaced sleeping schedule is certainly to blame. But from now on, no more than three days between updates. NO joke. Farewell.