My new year's resolution (which I never seriously make) is to post more on my blog that nobody reads. A distant second is to eat less and shit more, resulting in the most perfect and simple net loss of weight. Atkins ain't for shit, I am!
So while I'm at it, I might as well update the update and say that my dating has resulted in a profound psychological crisis. It wasn't so much the dating as it was running into someone recently. You know who I'm talking about. It's the person you like so much that you can't breathe when you're around them. Ya, so I ran into her and had a mini anxiety attack. Which is nothing compared to the full-fledged anxiety attack I had last time I ran into her in a similar situation. So I'm left wondering if A) I'll ever feel like that about anyone capable of returning the sentiment, and B) If everyone out there is in the exact same situation and struggling to find and be happy with the second greatest whatever in the world.
I've never met someone who is simultaneously a romantic idealist and happy. Everyone who is happy has in some way found themselves betraying their original intent and forgetting about it.
I'll work on that tonight, using rum and pizza as the catalysts.
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
New Template
I got tired of the old look with the hugeass fonts. So this is the New Look. It reminds me of limes, which are a part of the citrus family (like me).
Friday, December 16, 2005
Requisite Update
Okay, so things with girl #2 didn't work out either. t'was fun while it lasted. So now my counter has been reset and I will be out on the town all weekend looking for a new lady, be it lady luck, lady love, or maybe just a poodle named Lady.
I am, however, finding that dating as much as possible during the winter is a great way to avoid the funk I usually end up in during the november to february period, which usually includes a variety of soul crushing events such as exams (no longer), new year's eve, birthday, valentines day, etc.
I have confirmed my initial suspicion that I would be good at Dance Dance Revolution. In fact, I'm damn good at it. Makes me wonder if in another life I was a Run DMC music video dancer.
I am also noticing various omens lately and struggling to interpret them. I am not a superstitious person by any stretch, but after reading The Alchemist a couple of years ago, I started being more open to interpreting what the world is trying to say to me, other than "you need to get laid more". That one I got, loud and clear. Thanks.
The other day I was reading a book while standing on the subway right next to a door. The bookmark was one of those cheesy Indigo ones with a clever quote on it. It said, "Computers are useless, they can only give you answers, - Pablo Picasso". It's hard to describe how this happened, but when the train left St. Clair station, I felt the bookmark shift, and then, poof. It was gone. I think it fell into the space between the train and the platform, but it was as if it disappeared into thin air. I see that as an omen. Also, just before this happened, the bookmark was poking out of the book in such a way that only the words "they can only give you answers" were showing.
I am, however, finding that dating as much as possible during the winter is a great way to avoid the funk I usually end up in during the november to february period, which usually includes a variety of soul crushing events such as exams (no longer), new year's eve, birthday, valentines day, etc.
I have confirmed my initial suspicion that I would be good at Dance Dance Revolution. In fact, I'm damn good at it. Makes me wonder if in another life I was a Run DMC music video dancer.
I am also noticing various omens lately and struggling to interpret them. I am not a superstitious person by any stretch, but after reading The Alchemist a couple of years ago, I started being more open to interpreting what the world is trying to say to me, other than "you need to get laid more". That one I got, loud and clear. Thanks.
The other day I was reading a book while standing on the subway right next to a door. The bookmark was one of those cheesy Indigo ones with a clever quote on it. It said, "Computers are useless, they can only give you answers, - Pablo Picasso". It's hard to describe how this happened, but when the train left St. Clair station, I felt the bookmark shift, and then, poof. It was gone. I think it fell into the space between the train and the platform, but it was as if it disappeared into thin air. I see that as an omen. Also, just before this happened, the bookmark was poking out of the book in such a way that only the words "they can only give you answers" were showing.
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