I need to stop reading my previous blog posts. Do I really come off as that much of a d-bag?

Don't answer that.

So... funny story. I found a really cute girl on MySpace on one of those jaunts through a very complicated network of friends and friends friends and so on. I read a short story that she had, which was really very good. Then another blog post about how persona being merely a compilation of traits which we choose to project and this being amplified through a profile because you are able to be even more selective of those things which you let be known. I don't ever ask people to be my friend and I abhore the possibility that I may be percieved as "stalkerish"... So I left a missed connection on Craigslist. It was the first time I have ever done so and I peppered it with allusions to her short story and her theory about "metaspace". Hell, in her short story the male figure got a hold of his ex-"may have been true love except for a difference in political idealogue" the same way (I am nothing if not romantic (I just need follow through)) .
Well, I got a response. She said that it tickled her pink. That was really part of the goal, to make someone's day. Saying that something further would not have been cool would be lying but think of it from her perspective. When you get a missed connection your mind goes from elated and thnking about the great possibilities of spontaneous romance directly to skeptical. "What if he's fat? or socially inept?". (Rather, that's what mine did when I got a missed connection for the first time... and possibly the last.) Or thats what I imagined her thinking, and I overthink shit like this all the time, so I didn't follow up. I made someone happy, right?
And for the kicker: she is now dating one of my best friends (wasn't at the time of the missed connection). The friend who pulled me out of the pool and probably saved the use of my legs! I must have found her through his page. He doesn't read my blog, thankfully. What do I do when I meet her? Nothing? A sly comment alluding to the MC in terms that she will be able to understand?
The latter it is.

WTF?!?

My Environmental Ethics professor requires around 100 pages of reading every week. I have already filled up a 1 and a 1/2 inch binder with front and back print outs of PDF files and we just had our first test yesterday. Luckily, we don't have to buy a textbook because it would be huge and, therefore, expensive. This is not like reading 100 pages of Harry Potter or a Communications textbook though. I have to highlight. HIGHLIGHT for gosh's sake. (gosh is what I named my brain). If I didn't highlight, I would have to underline, And ball point pens go through your cornea much easier than a felt tip highlighter. By the end of this class I better be an expert on bio-diversity maintnence, re-wilding techniques, the tenets of deep ecology, and so forth. So that I can recite them during the giant "hippy war" which is bound to happen if we don't end our rampant consumerism, affluenza if you will. OMG...I am becoming one of them. Where the fuck is my pastel polo and trucker hat?!?

Aaaah. Valentine's day. I hardly noticed it going by this year. When Holliwell text me late this morning, "Happy V D". I could only think, "Did Holliwell infect me with syphillis without me knowing... again?" and then when I realized that the herpes had won the battle in my pants, I thought "Why is Holliwell so excited about Veteran's Day?". I'm serious. I thought this all the way until mid afternoon when I realized that I only have class on Tuesdays and Thursdays and Veteran's Day is always on Monday (I was at school).
Being single on Valentine's Day is horrible for women, I presume, but every guy who's attatched in January is usually plotting the death of said relationship and is so very happy when he does not have to make reservations, plan, and spend a fortune on February 14th. (I really hope ex is not reading this).
A buddy of mine suggested that we should make a date in March for "Steaks and Blowjobs"(sic) day. This would benefit both parties, I presume, in that guys would try that much harder in February in order to get the payoff in March. But this also leads to the possibility that women, if they are a cold hearted and calculating bunch (not passing judgement here), would just wait until after V-day but before S and BJ day to end relationships. Is the cost worth the risk? This one's gonna keep me up tonight.

P.S. My birthday's in March so either March could be really great or just a wash. (and I need to stop using parentheses and run on sentences)

I went to the Big Head Todd and The Monsters show tonight because my mom wanted to go and it's her b-day tomorrow. It was kinda hard getting into the whole groove of a rock concert with my mom there but I am convinced of the benefits of "dance therapy". I am sure that everyone has heard of the hole "smile therapy" craze that swept Asia and then parts of the U.S. about a decade ago in which you were forced to smile with the theory that physical action entailing a certain emotion will trick the body into feeling that emotion.
Well, of course, you dance when you are happy and enjoying good music. So it follows... Well it is hard for me to let loose with my 57 (now 58) year old mom standing behind me. So I started dancing emphatically (with the help of a few beers), and it works. I even started dancing with group of cute girls who were next to us. When the show was over, my mom exclaimed, "It was a gift just to see you having such a good time". Love you Mom!

If I was cool enough... I would have a party with this theme. It would be cool as far as the eye could see.

http://www.collegehumor.com/movies/1658704/