Well. the Mavs won tonight in a very dramatic game, yet I feel so bitter.

The Mavs shots the lights out from beyond the arc. It was amazing. 3 out of their first 4 shots were 3's. Of those three, 2 went down. The complete opposite of what happened with Detroit. When they needed stops, they played good defense and got the ball back. Overtime victory. When the Knicks got those 6 points in 6 seconds, I thought to myself, "20 point lead, and now they are going to lose." Yes, I know. I completely lost faith. But they were tired, and I caught a picture of Dirk holding his stomach. They pulled through, and I am hoping that a win in the toughest arena, MSG, will finally set them on the right path. The next game is Wed. against AI and the 76ers in Dallas. If Nash's back feels better by then, I expect a total ass whipping.

I spent last night in Arlington. It was a very good evening, and I feel that it served me well. When I left this afternoon, I felt better about finally communicating with some of my friends. The past was described in minutes, and jokes were made. So far, the highlight of the past few weeks. I leave Friday, and I am hoping to see these guys one more time. But who knows...

So why am I bitter?

I'd hate to describe the situation, because the participating parties read this blog and it is obvious who the references would be about. But know this. I feel wanted, and I feel bad about being wanted. Yes, at the same time. I do not mean wanted sexually or of that kind, just as company. But, the blossom of one friendship could lead to the dissolution of another. I am being torn at the seams, much like Thom Yorke sings/asks in "We Suck Young Blood."

It sucks. One side argues out of childish emotions. The other doesn't argue. And I am someone who prides himself on maturity. I wish the two sides would find a resolution, but with the 'ass' comes the stubbornness.

I do not wish to part with either group. I'm having fun. As in, I am enjoying the conversations and what not. Don't try to take any hidden meanings out of this. In fact, take this with a grain of salt. I just need to vent a bit.

And I need a post for today...

By the which, I just want to say that if any of my friends that I haven't seen recently has a new personality, I'm going to kick your ass. More specifically, if you should become more egotistical or cocky, I will punch you in the face. Just a warning to the people I know.

Only goes for guys. I could never hit a chic. I mean that, too. I'm a lover, not a fighter. (How many times has that been said?)

Had a conversation with a friend. I have to discuss one topic that is very important to me.

I don't care what anyone else says, it is wrong to date a friend's ex.

Also, do not date a chic who is currently involved with someone else. That is wrong as well.

These two things are burned into the part of my brain that contains my morals. These two rules prevent me from pursuing many desirious females, but I do not dare think of breaking these rules. Doing so would break me. My mind would disintegrate, and everyone could find me in a mental institution.

The Spurs. Once again, I am forced to criticize them and make people aware of this facade they are putting up.

They beat the Pacers, 89 - 88 in overtime. The same Pacers team that beat the Mavs last night. What gives?

It's this easy. The Pacers were worn out from last night, and the Spurs aren't that good. The Spurs are the equivalent of a tired Eastern Conference team. If the order of opponents had been reversed for the Pacers, the Spurs would have lost last night, and the Mavs would have killed the Pacers. People, I'm telling you. Spurs will probably get the 3 or 4 seed, but they will be knocked out in the first round. I guarentee it.

I was just talking to a friend of mine, and I realized something else about my vision of a perfect chic.

I want her to play basketball...

She doesn't have to be perfect at it. She doesn't have to be good at it. I'd prefer she wasn't better than me. But as long as she tells me, "Hey! Let's go play some ball."

The first thing I'd do is give her the ball. Then I'd have her post me up. That includes a lot of "backing down." For those who aren't basketball savvy, that means 'using one's buttocks and hips to push back the defender and gain position close to the basket.' How fun would that be for me?!?!

Her- "Andy, what is that?..."

HA!!!

I love using returns. I use extra spaces between my individual thoughts. It helps individualize them.

I'm watching this mexican station, and there's this really hot chic singing. Keep in mind I don't speak spanish, but I understand it really well. Well, after the song, she sits down, and the host announces that someone is backstage. He comes out with flowers, and proposes to her. She freaks out but says yes in the end. This makes me want to...well...do things not pretty.

And then I appreciate the fact that marriage is the furthest thing in my head. Serious relationships are not for me right now. Maybe next year. Maybe next decade. But for my age, this is the time to look. Window shopping.

And now they are doing a duet...the guy can't sing. This is funny. The music is horrible. The crowd loves it. How sickening. I understand music, and this sir, is not music.

I can play the French Horn and the Trumpet at the same time. It's quite a sight. I tried playing "Mary Had A Little Lamb," but it sounded kind of bad. Fun times. I miss my French Horn.

The Mavs lost. What can I say? The star of tonight was Shawn Bradley. Honestly. I've never seen him play that well. It made me believe that they should have been setting him up for 3's. None of the others played well. It sucked. An Eastern Conference team beat us. It's embarassing. If we don't get a win streak soon, we'll be a lower seed in the playoffs, and that will mean outs in the first round. "Mad props" to Bradley though. Amazing.

There was one Oreo left, and my mother told me to finish it. She said it wouldn't kill me. But here I am with a sharp pain in my stomach. My tombstone will read, "Because you'll never know which Oreo will be your last."

I explained more of my "devil" fantasy to my mother. For those of you who don't know, I want to get one of those devil costumes they sell during Halloween. Also, a plastic pitchfork. The stunts I've created are hilarious. I really want to walk into a church with the costume on and yell for help. When they come close, I would poke them with the fork. I'd say something clever, like, "The devil made me do it." Another calls for me to hide near a stop sign at an intersection. When a car stops, I would run in front of it real quick like. The driver will be stunned, now knowing what to believe.

The number one shen...shenana...bah, I hate spelling. The number one stunt would be for me to jump on to the stage of a christian rock concert. I would jump up and down and do some head banging. Then I would run off into the fog.

I have nothing against religious types, or a specific religion. I just figure it will be funnier if such people were the audience. There's no harm really. Unless they tackle me. That wouldn't be funny.

Went to the old doctor. Had some blood drawn. Went to the mall, bought some clothes. Had some McDonald's. Everything caught up to me, and I took a small nap. It's not often I take a nap.

I just took a look at Shawn Bradley's statistics for tonight's game.
19 mins. 6 for 6 Field Goals, 1 rebound, 2 assists, 1 steal, 1 block, 0 (zero) turnovers, 12 points.
Amazing, I'm stunned. Oh wait, NO FOULS!!!

If the Praying Mantis can do this every night, we'll be the number one seed.

I'm gonna talk more later. Gotta collect some more thoughts.

What an interesting scenario...

I'm going to be an uncle. This will take place some time in May. It is a boy, so I'm that much happier. I'm not ready to start thinking of helping my brother screen possible dates during a girl's teenage years. Because it is a boy, I will be able to share the things I love most with him when he is old enough to appreciate them. Things such as sports, specifically basketball, music, and I cannot wait until I am able to drive him wherever and point out females to him. My dad did such things with me, except for music thankfully, and I turned out OK. Of course, I'm not the father, but I have a feeling I will be a more involved uncle. I can hear it now. "Let's go visit Uncle Andy!" Greatness.

But what makes this such an interesting scenario is the timeline of events for May. A baby is due. My cousin is graduating from high school. And the events conflict quite a bit. One will take place in Austin. One will take place in El Paso.

This baby has already granted me one favor.

I do not like my cousin much. In the recent years, I have been forced to "hang around" with him whenever my family went to El Paso. He is two years younger than me, but the maturity gap is much wider. Whereas he would find more fun in putting firecrackers in his mouth and spitting them out one moment before they explode, I would rather have a mixed drink and tell interesting anecdotes to my friends. I know I know, this is a bit of an exaggeration. Well, not the firecracker thing. I can imagine it as clear as day. But we are two completely different people, and we act two different ways.

Once he pissed me off. So I punched him. Good times. I'm not really a violent person. I try to avoid confrontations as much as possible. But he really needed it.

He does such immature things, like neglecting to do house chores "because." I scold him for it, and my family labels me as the bad guy. They say I'm too bossy. All I'm trying to do is make him realize that it is time to grow up and become an adult. But you can't yell at a daisy to make it bloom. And he is so brittle. Like a daisy. What a coincidence...

Mavericks play in about...19 hours. They better win. They have a 4 game series against Eastern Conference opponents. If they lose just one, I'm going to lose it.

"Grrr" as in angry? I don't like the sound of that one bit. By the which, in one week, give or take one day, I will be back in Austin. I cannot wait to start this new semester. I have a feeling that things will pick up when I get back. I feel like a totally different person. I do not know why. Maybe it's the extra peanut butter in my PB&J sandwiches. Could be my hair. I need a hair cut. I think I'll do that next thursday. I don't know what color I shoud add in. I've had dark blonde and dark red. Both looked really good. Decisions decisions.

One last bit of post. I thank Lora (link to the right, AmorYmiel) for the quote. It makes sense in my head, and I now think that the dream was just a vision of the one thing I want. Perfection. My definition of perfection. It's in the archives people. For you lazy bastards, it's November 10th's post. Do I have to do the work?

Oh, wait, I do.

Mavericks...

They played pretty well tonight. I laughed at Danny Fortson's "half court lob to no one." It was strikingly similar to his "full court lob to no one." Tony Delk played well enough to earn more playing time in the future. Dirk had two rebounds and three points on one offensive possession. That's great production.

"Grrr"...

I've received these four letters many a time. Sometimes with more r's. But I usually interpret it as one of two meanings. First, it's a sign of frustration with a guy's behavior. Usually it comes after a silent treatment or when a guy avoids a specific topic. Second, it has a more primal meaning. I like that more. ;)

Dream...

Brunette, eh? I like brunettes. I like blondes. I like chics. It's better if they like me in return. A funny comic strip, "Get Fuzzy" has Bucky the cat saying, "Man, I'm so in touch women slap me as I walk by." Greatness. THAT is funny.

I don't think I've done anything offensive enough to deserve a slap. Probably because I'm such a gentleman. The things I do deserve kisses and such. (Ladies...hint hint.)

I'm not going to dive too deep into this one. I'm just going to appreciate the fact that it happened. If I meet the chic though, I'm going to put forth all my effort to charm her. The chic in the dream was too perfect. So I believe that if she really exists, I must sieze the opportunity. I mean, there's a bunch of people on this planet, so one is bound to be just like the dream chic. If I don't meet her, oh well. You can't lose something that never existed.

It's the middle of the afternoon, and I'm actually posting. There has to be a good reason, right?

I had this dream last night that freaked me out both during the dream and after I awoke. There were many questions unanswered, and many of the participating characters were familiar faces. In fact, only one person I did not recognize, being that I had never met her in reality. She was just a figment of my imagination. Or dream. Whatever.

This is the correct order.

Part I

I was walking in a store. The lighting was dim and had a red tint to it. The walls were lined with shelves that were probably 15 feet tall. On those shelves were many different toys in their plastic cases. The aisles were long, and it felt as though there were black light posters everywhere. While I walked through one of the side aisles, I bumped into some female friends of mine back from high school. They were happy about something. When I approached them, a new face turned to me and was a few inches from mine. The others said loudly, "She's the one you met in Florida! She's the new transfer!" All I could think was, "What?" The new girl hugged me with a huge smile and said "I love you!" It wasn't with the tone someone uses when saying it to a significant other, rather it was with the tone used when thanking someone for a gift. I didn't know how to react, so I just stood there.

Part II

I was with three or four of my close guy friends. We were walking down some street. The sidewalks were very clean, and the architecture of the surrounding buildings seemed very futuristic. On the opposite corner of the street was the new girl. I did not know whether I should go to her and say hi or not. She did "love" me, after all. Even so, I cannot run up to someone I don't recognize, even if such affection exists. I kept walking with my guy friends, when we notice a library with glass windows as its wall. We looked in and noticed that a fight had just started. No one was at the main desk in the room, so we assumed that there were no supervisors. The fight escalated into a huge brawl with girls jumping on each other's backs and what-not. About 30 seconds into the fight, we saw a big lady with brown curly hair throw her hands up and shout some words. Everyone stopped. It was amazing really. The fact that someone had that much control over such a large group of people. Must have been a school...

Part III

I forgot about this part. During one of the other three parts, I had a flashback. It started as though I was looking at an old photo. Then the view zoomed into the picutre until the white border was no more. It was me next to this short blonde I knew and talked to my sophomore year. Somehow, by looking at the picture I knew that I wasn't feeling well that day. I started to lean over to my right, and from my view it looked as though I would rest my head on the blonde's shoulder. I misjudged the distance, and my head landed in her lap. She put her hand on my forehead and just smiled while my eyes were glazed over and my mouth was drooling. That's what told me I was sick. In the background, there was a parade or something, but I know for sure there was a sunset. A very dark sunset. The type you would see in the country, a land in the absence of city lights.

Part IV

I was back in high school about to walk through my former school's fine arts hallway. On my way to the band hall, I saw more familiar faces of people that were two years below me. I met up with a friend of mine, and I told him how "In two years, I'll be able to buy us liquor." Right now, I am about 1 year and 8 months from achieving this. Once I got in, I walked to my old band locker, where a small black case was waiting. I figured it was holding a mellophone, or something of that size. I fumbled with the lock and got really pissed because I couldn't remember my combination. After a little observation, I figured out that the case I was holding was not my own. In fact, this case held a baritone. I finally found my instrument and proceeded to find a seat. The odd thing was that the seats were turned around, facing away from the director. Everyone else that was sitting stuck with it though, looking away from the director. When she called for One-A, a sequence of notes I still had memorized, no one played, not even I. In the background coming out of the speakers was Radiohead's How To Disappear Completely. I assumed that this was just a listening test to get the ears warmed up. When I looked approx. 20 degrees to my right, coming to the chairs was the girl. She was carrying a clarinet. She did not make eye contact with me, but she was smiling about something. My gut told me that she was smiling because of me.

I woke up. Oddly enough, the song that was playing the moment I became concious was Radiohead's How To Disappear Completely. I tried to go back to sleep, to see if by some chance I could enter the same dream and get some answers. Unfortunately, I could not fall asleep. It was 1:30 anyway, so it was best I got ready for the day.

The girl...

She was about 5 foot 7 inches. She had light tan skin with wavy medium brown hair dropping a few inches beyond her shoulders. She was cute in regular street clothes, but she had the physical features to look stunning in a nice formal dress. She seemed to be everything I wanted in a chic.

I don't know why Florida. The only logic I can find behind it is that I was there on a band trip about 3 years ago. I was 16 at the time, so by the statement about "being able to buy liquor" I must have meant tobacco, or I believed that 18 was the legal age to buy alcohol. Being 16 makes everything fit. Florida, people at high school two years below me, the band hall, and the friends I was with. But why would I dream this now? That makes no sense. But how often do dreams make sense?

I'm wondering if my psychology friends can find some logic in these visions...

I like surveys...sometimes. Oh, I found another award to give. The award for "Band who should have called it quits after their first single" goes to...

3 Doors Down!!!

Their new stuff sucks ass. And I have to hear it doubly. They should have broken up right after Kryptonite. Every song afterwards has lost them credibility in my eyes, where it counts. On with the survey...

What is your favorite..
gum: Right now, Extra Spearmint.
restaurant: I like Sports City Cafe the most.
drink: Body Slam. It's this red energy drink that has a picture of a devil on the label.
season: Winter. I prefer cold weather.
type of weather: I just answered that. What are you, a dumbass?
emotion: Sadness? No wait, happiness.
thing to do on a half day: Half-day? What?
late-night activity: Putting new stuff on this blog.
sport: Basketball.
city: Hmm...I'll have to say Austin on this one. Although I did love New York.
store: Banana Republic. Cologne and shirts, yea!

When was the last time you..
cried: Mid October of 2002. Before that, December of '96.
played a sport: About a week ago, basketball.
laughed: Earlier tonight. Watched Underworld, and when some people got blown up, I laughed.

hugged someone: Other than family...about a week ago.
kissed someone: Woah, let's not get carried away here.
felt depressed: Hmm...it's been a while. Maybe three months ago, I dunno.
felt elated: After I saw my score on the final for Microeconomics.
felt overworked: Right after my History final.
faked sick: Early 2000.
lied: Don't remember. Maybe two days ago.

What was the last..
word you said: Dumbass.
thing you ate: Extra long cheese coney from Sonic.
song you listened to: Radiohead - Worrywort.
thing you drank: Sprite.
place you went to: Sonic. Before that, Albertsons.
movie you saw: At a theater, Lord of the Rings: RotK
movie you rented: Underworld.
concert you attended: UT Jazz Combo sometime in November I think.

Who was the last person you..
hugged: I hate using names.
cried over: LOL. No one. For real, honestly. I prefer dumping to being dumped.
kissed: Once again, I hate using names. And I hate her now anyway.
danced with: I don't dance.
shared a secret with: Probably Dee.
had a sleepover with: LOL. Besides my roommate, one time...Dee was at my dorm. Don't know if it counts, 'cause she was there more for my roomie. "It's OK, we're fully clothed. Well, at least I have pants on..."

called: I don't call anyone. Ever.
went to a movie with: Erik and his work buddies.
saw: Besides family, Erik.
were angry with: Besides family, that dork with the long pink hair.
couldn't take your eyes off of: Hmm...there was a chic at Albertsons who looked a bit like one of my ex-es, although that usually is a horrible pick up line.

obsessed over: I don't want to use names. I've said three times. Don't you listen?

Have you ever..
danced in the rain: Many times.
kissed someone: Yes. Of course.
done drugs: Does alcohol count? Other than liquor, no.
drank alcohol: Oh, shouldn't this question be above the previous.
slept around: Not around, per se.
partied 'til the sun came up: Yes. More than once.
had a movie marathon: Does three in a row count?
gone too far on a dare: No. Not far enough.
spun until you were immensely dizzy: I wouldn't use the word immensely.
taken a survey quite like this before: Yes. Ass.

I tell you what, there's people on my hall that listen to techno/dance music.

You know, I went through that fad also. About 4 years ago. Listening to ATB and such, but after long it got boring and lost its appeal. Now I have to hear more of it from dumbasses who have blown their ears out by having the volume set to "11." I think they are trying to make me go deaf as well. Considering that my best sense is hearing (to an extent) it really pisses me off. People, get away from the generic beats and crummy keyboards. Find some real music.

Also, it's understandable why someone would pump their stereo up all the way for rap or rock music. It is not understandable to do so for country. No one wants to hear Tim McGraw down the hallway. Country music does not support high decibel levels. Keep it in your headphones. Also, if I hear someone playing music I like, but it's coming from 40 feet down the hall, turn it down. I like my music, and I'm glad you like it to, but I'll listen to my music when I want, not when you want. Also, if you're a complete dork in my opinion, and I catch you listening to my music, I'm gonna get pissed off. Why? Because I hate it when people do anything I usually do, and I hate it more if I don't think you're worthy enough to even think of filling my shoes.

Guys, long hair should be left for girls, and girls alone. Stop the whole "let your hair grow because natural hair is beautiful" thing. Those asses need to be taken to a military barber shop so they can feel ugly. Cause they are.

I mean it, these guys suck. There's this one guy on my floor who is over 6 feet tall and probably weighs 100 pounds, shoulder length hair with highlights (at one time, pink highlights) and he just pisses me off. Why? Because his appearance disgusts me. His voice is annoying. He skateboards in the hallway at 2AM!!! One of these days I'm going to steal his skateboard, slam the door shut, and take it apart piece by piece. For a grand finale, I'll throw all the pieces to the four corners of the world. If he buys another, I'll do the same again, because then I know he can at least afford a decent hair cut if he can buy another skateboard.

And if you think I'm pissed now, just wait until later tonight. I'm sure I'll find more reasons.

The Mavericks...

If they don't get their asses in gear, I don't see them making it out of the first round of the playoffs. With the new trend being "losing on the road", the only way they're getting to the finals is if they're the number one seed. And at the rate they're going, that ain't gonna happen. I'm all the way a Mavs fan, but the way they're playing is just embarassing. How do you let Utah, a team with four people injured, bully you into a 14 point loss? And that was well after Nellie had benched the Big Five. They were down by more than 24 at one point. It was pathetic. What's the problem, you ask?

Dirk isn't getting the ball when he's hot. Finley is real streaky on his shots. If you are missing a particular shot, get away from it and save it for another night. Nash is doing a very average point guard job. As far as the stats he should focus on, the only one I believe he should look at is points. I wish they would set him up for some more threes. You can't blame his 4 assists, because those depend on whoever receives the pass. You can't blame rebounds, that's not his job. Walker likes to make big plays, when all you really need is a shot that goes in. Also, he needs to be posting people up. More than likely, he'll have a smaller man playing him one on one, so he should take advantage of this and not drop a deep 3 ball. I like what Jamison has been doing, but I'd rather have him next to the rim than taking a 16 ft jumper. It hurts a bit that Howard is injured, but his replacement Daniels is doing a good job despite the lack of playing time he's received previosly. Fortson...Bradley...these are our big men. When Bradley came in, foul, block, actual production. He even got to the free throw line. But he can't go 2 minutes without turning red. Fortson is too sluggish moving up and down the court to be effective on either end. Fortson, when you get a rebound, hold the ball and give it to one of the backcourt men. Don't try to make any fancy passes, like the "full court lob to no one" you did tonight.

Dirk is the guy on this team. If he's made 3 or 4 shots in a row, keep feeding him the ball. It's as simple as that. If he's getting doubled on, then free him up. There are four other guys on the court, so force the defense to man up. I mean, the Big Five can't be matched person for person on any team.

I can't really get any more specific right now, but if I watch some more footage, maybe.

Most overrated band...this one is too easy. The award goes to....

The Strokes!!!

There's a reason the instruments are covering up the vocals in their newest CD. It totally bites my ass.

Most overrated basketball team. This one goes to...

San Antonio Spurs!!!
(Who didn't see that one coming?)

Most overrated musical artist. This means one single person...

Moby!!!

Did anyone else catch his cover of "Creep" on Conan O'Brien during his New Year's Eve thing? It sucked. He forgot the lyrics midway into it. Bastard.

Most overrated college quarter back in Division 1A...

Jason White!!!

Was it just me that noticed how bad he sucked in both the Conference game and the recent Sugar Bowl? They should take the Heisman away from him. I don't care if his hand was broken. If it hurt that bad, he should have been on the bench.

I'll think of some more later...

More and more things are starting to bug me. It's the new year, so I'm gonna start ranting and raving about the small things

All right, who wants to step up and realy piss me off?!

I just watched the Cowboys lose, and the whole bit where Carolina didn't have one penalty, well, there's one reasonable explanation...

The refs were biased. Period. Whenever Carolina was going to have a penalty, they just made something up for the Cowboys so the penalties would offset. The pass interference call in the end zone on Dallas was quite an assload. If any interference was happening, it was on the offense. Mario Edwards was being held down by the receiver. I blame this all on the refs, and if they want a piece of me, then can come get some.

On a brighter note, San Antonio lost, and the Mavericks won. Let's analyze this....

San Antonio lost to the 76ers, a team that didn't even have its star player, Allen Iverson. The Mavericks beat Minnesota, a team in the "Elite 5 of the Western Conference."

Once again, I yell out, "San Antonio is overrated!"

Then I watched some Most Extreme Elimanation Challenge, so that made me feel better. But still, I'm one pissed off Andy.

Well, I'm gonna sleep and dream.

Oh yea, I was thinking of maybe having some of my friends help me out. I would set up an account for you, and you could post to this very blog. Twice the output, half the input. Yea, whatever.

I should be a bit more mean. I wouldn't want anyone to take advantage of how nice I am. If you piss me off, I'm gonna let you know.

Why did Dallas have to lose? Did anyone else see the two fouls that weren't called in the last 25 secs? Howard had his arms swatted and Jamison got knocked down by someone going for a rebound. Then Nash tried to foul whoever the guy was, and the refs looked the other way to allow an easy dunk. Ridiculous! I hate those refs! And the announcing crew blew worse than a Tijuana crack whore! Everybody on that floor who wasn't with the Mavericks Organization can kiss my ass!

Cuban should give me tickets on the floor so I can yell at the refs all game. I'd do it too. All game long. I'd walk along the court to whoever ref was pissing me off the most and yell right into his ear. Go ahead and eject me. It'll just make people wonder why I picked you. Bastard.

Ok guys, use the comment link below or the tag board and help me think of things to write about. I'll address any problems or situations whether they involve you or not. Just throw things out there. And if I pick your idea, you might get a prize!!!

2004...

...what do you want me to say? All it means is that we have to change the date we write. I know a lot of people for the first month will put last year.

I will say this. It is a chance to start a new way of doing things. Everyone likes to pick special days to start a project. Jan 1st is a great day to start.

I think I'll be a bit more mean. Being nice hasn't gotten me much, at least it wasn't much last year. I should just try to be a different person...

"The 3 dimensions you scored highest on combine to make you a Numerical Logician. Only 6 out of 1,000 people have this rare combination of abilities."

People, that's 0.6%. YES!!!

I really try my best to not be like other people. I'd rather be as unique as possible.

Yes....yes indeed....I am sexy....this test is all the proof I need.

"Sweet 'n' Sexy

You're not overt about your sexuality, but you're not purposely hiding it either — two traits that naturally draw people to you. You possess an understated zest for life, and a way of approaching the day with a can-do attitude that draws people to you. As a teenager, were you maybe a little on the quiet side? Even if you weren't, it's clear that underneath your occasionally understated statements, you have an undeniable sweetness that attracts people who see that special something burning from within.

Is it the way you carry yourself? That quiet sparkle in your eye? Those who know you intimately can't wait to uncover your sweetness. What's hiding behind that innocent smile? A little devil perhaps? A tattoo in a seductive spot saved only for your lover? Possibly, but you're so good, you'll never tell. Or will you?"

Bwa hahahaha.....*singing* "What a wicked game to play, you never felt this way. What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you." Great song.

My inner rock star is...

"Oooh, you're smooth! The rock star part of you is all charm, and all Chris Isaak. That slow smile and sensual nature are absolutely intoxicating, especially to the ladies. They can't get enough of you and that dreamy smile. Maybe it's because you and Chris tap into every girl's fantasy of smooching at the soda shop with James Dean after school. Then again it could also be your perfect balance of cool-guy-about-town and the sensitive boyfriend you could bring home to Mom. Either way, you're a heartthrob who's put style, talent, and innate charm to work for him. Congratulations, you're dreamy. Show off your inner Isaak."

I don't really flirt that much. At least, I don't think I do that much.

"Were you just winking at us? We couldn't quite tell... In fact, we think it's pretty safe to say that you're a Subtle Flirt — you're a master of the flirting game. You know how to attract attention from anyone, any time. A quick smile, a little game of look-away-and-look-back-again — before long you have the object of your affection wrapped around your little finger. One of the best things about your approach is that it's discreet. You can always act innocent if something gets taken out of context or misunderstood. Just make sure you're not too subtle, or you may end up playing the game all by yourself."

Tee hee hee...under the covers...

"Andy, you're looking for a Frisky Fling!

You're ready for an adventurous, free-spirited affair to remember. And if it comes in the form of someone who shakes up your world a bit, helps you expand your horizons, then decides to stay for awhile — all the better.

It's not that you don't want a serious relationship. It's just that you might rather get there with someone who's equally committed to having fun for now. Ever wanted to drive up the coast or across your town in a red convertible? Interested in staying at a restaurant so late the chef himself joins you at the table for a late night cappuccino? Or are you really more into a no-strings-attached companion?

For some people, a good fling starts with someone you can spend the whole day in bed with — whether you're under the covers or playing cards in your PJs. But for others a fling is just a light-hearted approach to finding a different way to spend quality time with someone new."

My standards are like a stoner hippie. Too high.

I've discussed my standards to people, and they are all amazed that I find anyone attractive. My standards are ridiculously high. I'm not sure what caused this. And I figure it must have something to do with high school. Some of the trash I dated in high school was horrible. Today, only one person out of my exes is still date-able by my extreme standards. Ha, extreme...

But really, I cannot figure out what the source of this flaw is.

What makes my standards "extreme?" I know exactly what I want. To a precise measurement.

I know what music they should listen to. I know what hair style they should have. I know their level of intelligence. I know exactly how dependent they should be. I know what little habits they should not have. I know what clothes they should wear. I know what shows they should like.

I don't know the exact age I want, but I know the range. I don't know the exact height I want, but I do have a range I want. I don't know when or where I'll meet her, if I haven't met her already.

Maybe I'm not elaborating enough...but if that's the case, I have a link to add me to AIM to the right under "click these links." IM me and I'll answer any questions. Most questions....depending...

I listen, that's what I do. I don't want to talk because after every word that's gotten me into trouble, why would I want to talk? If you've talked to me for the past four years or so, I'm sure you get what I mean. I have a way of saying the wrong things at the wrong time. Or would that be the wrong things at the right time? I don't know, but they are the wrong things to say.

Everyday, I try my best to improve my listening skills. I have a feeling I might eventually make a living off of it. This is why I pay close attention to music and such. Every time I listen to music, I try to dive deeper into it. I try to pick out things that I did not notice before. I try to pay more attention to the little things. This is why I'm so particular with the music that I listen to.

Those have needed me to listen to them in the past few years will agree that I am one of the best listeners you will ever know. I believe this too. I mean, even when people talk about the most boring topic, I still listen and offer input. Tonight I did not do as much of that. I felt more like not talking. So that required me not to offer as much input.

By the which, How bout them Cowboys?!!?

And those Mavs better fix their game and hit a long win streak. People...

Dallas is 1-2 against the Lakers. Dallas is 2-0 against the Spurs, who are overrated. 1-1 against Minnesota. 1-0 against Sacramento. For comparison...

San Antonio is 0-3 against the Lakers, 0-2 against the Mavs, and they haven't played any of the other elite teams. San Antonio should enjoy this win streak, because it won't last.

My ranking of the NBA Western Conference...Lakers one....Sacramento two....Dallas three....Minnesota four....San Antonio five.

I know, I know. Dallas just got a win in Sacramento, one of the best at defending their home, but they didn't have Peja. In a seven game series though, I believe we could take them down.

The people have spoken! Well, one person has spoken...

But yes, I need topics. I do not have the creativity to do this alone. I know when I need help and I'm not embarrassed to ask for it.

Amazing...these tests...crazy...

"Andy, your greatest social strength is to be a Listener

You're the embodiment of tender loving care. You genuinely enjoy listening to others talk about how they feel, and you're skilled at using your insight to help them find solutions to their problems.

When you connect with people who have skills that complement yours, powerful networks can be formed."

5 factor IPIP personality test...wow...

"You are the kind of person others depend on. You're competent, self-disciplined, and able to carry through with any plan you create. You've just got it together. You're also good at weighing the pros and cons of any situation and making sound, well-informed decisions. Compared to others who are conscientious, you are unusually driven to succeed. Only 5.5% of all test takers have this unique combination of personality strengths."

Emotional IQ test....another dead on result.

"So, where are you most emotionally smart? Your test results show that your strongest suit is perception — your ability to pick up on what others are feeling.

Because of this, you are unusually good at reading people's verbal and non-verbal cues. You're especially aware of the subtleties of people's actions, and can feel out the vibe of a situation better than many. That gives you and edge many wish they had. People with high perception skills like yours, however, tend to rely on them to the exclusion of others. As a result, they sometimes have underdeveloped abilities in other realms of critical emotional intelligence like managing emotions, empathy, and being expressive."

This carrer personality test at emode.com...these tests are being accurate with me, and that weirds me out.

"That means that based on the standard measure of personality traits, you have a quiet determination and sharp mind — you're very focused and buckle down when it comes to work. You are the type of person one looks to in a crisis. While others may provide emotional support in a situation, your clear and logical thinking allows you to solve the problem at hand.

You are adaptable and can work independently or on a team. You are a careful thinker and get all the details before making any decisions. You don't jump to conclusions and stick with the facts provided. In other words, you're the go-to person for the real story, not the spin or gossip. While others may view you as a bit stubborn at times, they begrudgingly respect your ethics and straightforward approach."

So yea, the Christmas season is over. And now begins the countdown to the new year. Along with New Year's Eve come many resolutions. Wouldn't it be cool if I listed my resolutions for the next year? How original!!!!....Yea....

One, starting on January 1st, I will take time out of my day to help those in need. And by those in need, I mean those I want to help. And by those I want to help, I mean chics. And by chics, I mean hot supermodels.

Two, I will make sure that those around me are having a good time. I will not put my wants first. Oh wait, I already do that. Bleh...

Three, I will call people and IM people first! Yea right, I'm just kidding. You got me. I lied. Which leads to my fourth...

Four, I will do a better job of making my lies look like truth. (Let's see who gets this one...)

Five, from now on, I will throw golf balls at the people on my floor who are annoying. Don't talk on your cell phone to your woman in front of my door at 3AM!!! I mean it. Golf balls. And I have quite an arm.

Six, I will make the lives of women around me better by simply being there. The radiance given off by me is more than enough.

Seven, I will not rub it into people's faces that they are not perfect like me. Bastards...

I think I'll stop there. Seven is a good number, and I don't feel like going on. Not all of the previously mentioned resolutions are for real. Maybe not any. But the point is...

At least I didn't put the general "lose weight" resolution. I make my goals reasonable. And reachable. And physically possible.

So, chug that champagne down when the ball drops. Get wasted! Wake up the next morning with a complete stranger! It's more fun that way. Then you can tell your future kids about how you met your spouse first thing on New Year's Day. But we both know the truth...you'll make up something about dating for years. It'll make the illegitimate child feel better. Bastard...

I like that word...

How frighteningly accurate...


You are Spearmint.
You are quick-witted and sharp. You pay close
attention to details and you can tell what your
friends are feeling. You are always the first
to understand a joke and you are valued for
your insight and advice. However, you
sometimes isolate yourself from other people,
afraid to share your own feelings.
Most Compatible With: Cinnamon


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I was thinking about this idea...

I could list people I know with alternate aliases. For each person, I would write a paragraph describing this person and their relationship to me. When a person contacts me, I give them their alias.

No wait...that's gay....nevermind.

Totally bored...I don't know what to write about. Oh well. When I get bored, I go to sleep.

I wish perfection really existed...

To those who try to call me, but can't get a hold of me.

I did change my number back in August. I didn't call everyone and let them know. I told a few people and told them to spread it around. So if you are reading this and you don't have my number, email me or something. I'll give it to you unless I don't like you.

Yes, the "I don't like you" that means, "You're a whore. Stay away from me."

Females...females everywhere.

I don't know what to put after that. All I know is that my hands are cold, and it's taking me forever to type.

"Just let me try, and I will be good to you
Just let me try, and I will be there for you
I'll show you why, it's so much more than good enough."
Sarah McLachlan - Good Enough

This is the anthem of all relationships involving me. Friendships, more, it doesn't matter. It still applies. You can ask any of my ex-es....any friend of mine, past or present. They will tell you the same thing. Well, maybe. I'm sure there's one or two bitter people out there who have nothing but expletives for me. But a majority will tell you that I can be one of the nicest people. I can help, big or small problems. When my name is called, I show up.

I had this one friend in high school. She was nice and all. She asked for my advice a lot. Even so, she would do the opposite, which usually led to more problems. I knew her weaknesses, and I cautioned her about certain activities. She did them anyway. Now, I have no idea where she is. I do not know how she is doing. All I know is that she is a troubled person. I found this out because she called me once about a year ago. And I tried my best to prevent her future. It sucks.

By the which...I forgot to mention...

Lemme check something...

"For some, it's because I don't like you."

By "I don't like you" I mean, "You are a whore, stay away from me." I did not mean this as "I could never make out with you" or in that sense. You know what I mean.

There are many people in my life, and there are many today that I do not talk to on a regular basis. I do feel a bit bad about this, but there are reasons and excuses. I am not the biggest fan of excuses, but I do acknowledge their existence.

For some, it's because I don't make calls. I hate picking up the phone and calling people. I hate the phone. There's a long drawn out story behind it, but I don't feel like going into it. To all who read this, just know that I won't call anyone, and it's best if you call me. I'll answer my phone as long as I'm not in a situation where answering it would be rude.

For some, it's because I only get on AIM at night. I do not feel like IMing during the day because it is best suited for practicing my B-ball skills. Usually I am in the driveway dribbling around and working on moves. Once it's around 10, then I'll stop and get on. Don't look for me any earlier unless I am really bored. I only have about 15 people on my list, and about 10 don't even get on much. So gay.

For some, it's because I don't like you. This is generally directed towards females. If I'm not talking to you often, then it's probably because things are awkward. I try to keep everything nice and smooth, so there's a better chance that you did it. If I did it, I'll apologize. Now, this doesn't apply to all females, because I know of a handful of exceptions. If you aren't sure if you are an exception, try calling me or IMing me. I'll let you know.

And for most, it's because I graduated, and you were just a high school friend. That's all. Yea, it's nice to keep in touch and all, but you're bound to lose contact with most of your friends from high school after graduation. It's statistics.

To all those I do talk to regularly, umm....what do I say? Thank you? You're welcome? Either would be very....stupid. But, at least you get the way I am.

In FLCL, they're watching some show or movie.

"Brother!

-I am a runaway bullet train after all.

-Brother, you can't die now. Wha?...What are these pidgeons doing here? Ohhh... Ahhhhhhh! Get these stupid birds off..."

Wow. Greatness. THAT is funny. Runaway bullet train....

By the way, I will be home tomorrow. Not sure who all reads this, but I guess I should announce my arrival. I don't want people saying "What do you mean you're leaving? When did you get here? Why didn't we hang out?"

I plan to get me a jobby job, and stay indoors as much as possible. Except for this Friday. I'm going to see that Lord of the Rings Part III at the IMAX theater. Awesome stuff.

Yes, as I said, I will be home soon, so I don't know how much I'll be postin' on this thing. It'll pick up for sure next semester. People, you heard it here first. My roommate and I have agreed to workout everyday next semester. I am going to eat jars of peanut butter and take protein supplements so that all my shirts are way to tight. OK, maybe not supplements. But still, I told him that I am up for it as long as my schedule allows. If he says "I don't know" then you guys are to make fun of him constantly.

Anywho, I should start packing.

A woman's self-help book....still weirds me out.

Everyone, this song is one of my favorites yet it is so depressing. Especially if you know the movie it is a part of.
(Bjork is against the left, Thom indented)
lyrics:

I've seen it all
I have seen the trees
I've seen the willow leaves dancing in the breeze

I've seen a man killed by his best friend friend
And lives that were over before they were spent

Together: I've seen what I was and I know what I'll be, I've seen it all - there is no more to see

You haven't seen elephants, kings or peru

I'm happy to say i had better to do

What about china? Have you seen the great wall?

All walls are great if the roof doesn't fall
And the man you will marry? the home you will share?

To be honest I really don't care
Castles on the mountain, I don't care.

You've never been to niagara falls?

I have seen water, It's water, That's all

The eiffel tower and the empire state?

My pulse was as high on my very first date

Your grandson's hand as he plays with your hair?

To be honest, I really don't care

Together: I've seen it all
I've seen the dark, I've seen the brightness in one little spark
I've seen what I choose and I've seen what i need
And that is enough
To want more would be greed
I've seen what i was and i know what i'll be i've seen it all - there is no more to see!

You've seen it all and all you have seen
You can't always review on your own little screen
The light and the dark
The big and the small
Just keep in mind - you need no more at all

Together: You've seen what you were and you know what you'll be
You've seen it all - there is no more to see

-Bjork with Thom Yorke "I've Seen It All"

"FBombAndy: yea, I sound like a parent
D: it's so cliche
D: haha no
D: you sound like a woman's self-help book"

What a quote....I'm speechless. Shocked. Depressed.

Maybe I should explain my choice of songs...

3 Libras because of the lyrics "you don't see me." I change frequently, and I sort of don't let most people get to know 'me.' Maybe it's a defense mechanism or whatever. That and the violins at the beginning. Real sweet soundin'.

How To Disappear Completely because the title says it all. I know how to disappear. People don't hear from me months at a time. I don't always want it to happen, but it does. I can do it easily to annoying people. Just like 'poof' I'm gone.

I Might Be Wrong because just that. I might be wrong, about a lot of things. That and the part where he sings "What would I do, what would I do, if I did not have you." I don't know who the "you" is, but it must be someone good. Actually, "you" has changed a lot over the past. Maybe a bunch of chics. I can't keep track of them all.

Go With The Flow because, I always go with the flow. I hate confrontations, and I try to avoid them. Real laid back and I just relax.

Gravity just because its about overcoming an addiction. I stopped drinking, but I was never really addicted. I might have been an alcoholic my junior year in high school, but I dunno. I didn't drink 'til I was drunk. But it was a stress reliever.

Knife Prty because it's a misunderstood love song. Sure he's talking about knives and cutting, but that's too literal. It's more about a man and a woman finding a new plateau of love. And he says "I could float here forever." Who couldn't float in love forever?
( I really like the solo singing he does in the break. Then it goes into this simulated screaming. I love it. It's just so high pitched and it blends into the song so well. I guess it's just that it is way beyond anything normal. It's so close to being the climax. And then it keeps going higher. And it ends with him singing "Now kiss me.")

Scatterbrain because, that's me. I can't remember crap. Everything I do remember, it's all scattered around chronologically. Little parts here and there, it makes no sense.
( I love the part where he sings "Your voice is rapping on my window sill." The emotion put into it is just greatness. I could say that about some people's voices, but I don't hear them enough. Yes, more chics.)

Stinkfist because he sings "Show me that you love me and that we belong together." For a small part in my high school career, this was something I kept thinking to myself. And yes, it was directed towards an individual. But hey, she didn't show me. And now this song is my reminder. "Don't be fooled. Tool rocks."

Rose because "I rose, I roared, I will, I am." It's everything you have to say with as few words as possible. Any question can be answered with one of those pairs of words. Well, maybe not EVERY question, but most. I really like the ending to this song. More violins.

Gasoline because "Burning gasoline. Yea. Burning gasoline." No, it's not about pyromania. It's about driving in a car just because. No point, just drivin'.

Digital Bath because "I feel like more." I always feel like more than what I am. Sometimes that can hurt. Especially during finals. I might feel real smart, then the test comes, and I forget everything. Don't feel too smart then.
( My favorite lyric, "You breathed, then you stopped. I breathed, and dried you off." I take it as 'She takes a breath, I take a breath, then I dry her off.')

Passenger because the story is so great. A guy and a chic in a car going for a drive, and they do the dirty in the car. C'mon. That's greatness. Well, let me be more specific. It's the chic driving and the guy is the passenger. "Roll the windows down, this cool night air is curious, let the whole world look in, who cares who sees anything." If a chic said that to me, what can I do? Yea yea, male fantasy. Whatever.

The next four songs were "Songs that take me away to a different place" and they are just that. There is no other reason why I picked them. But they are my four favorite songs to take me away.

Top songs for "Andy" CD:

Songs that define me:

A Perfect Circle - 3 Libras
Radiohead - How To Disappear Completely
Radiohead - I Might Be Wrong
Queens Of The Stone Age - Go With The Flow

Songs that I relate to:

A Perfect Circle - Gravity
Deftones - Knife Prty
Radiohead - Scatterbrain
Tool - Stinkfist

Songs that push me:

A Perfect Circle - Rose
Audioslave - Gasoline
Deftones - Digital Bath
Deftones - Passenger

Songs that take me away to a different place:

Massive Attack - Butterfly Caught
Massive Attack - Small Time Shot Away
Radiohead - Kid A
Radiohead - Hunting Bears

Let's start this off with a fictional story...

This guy Andy walks into a bar. He sits down next to this gorgeous chic. Super hot! Yum-yum! They start talking, and things are going really well. They make plans to see each other again. Weeks and weeks of dating lead to a romantic dinner cooked by Andy at Andy's apartment.

So the girl says "I love you." Andy says it back. (Fictional story. Keep that in mind.) Now she wants Andy to meet her parents. That goes well. Now Andy proposes. She freaks out. "Woah! Slow down now! I'm not ready to get married, I think we should take some time off." Bam! Bad day, with horrible luck, right?

Maybe not.

Being in love is a...well...it can be really great. You have someone to call your companion. Someone with whom you relate. You have enough attachment to think about one another often, but enough freedom to have those nights to yourself. There's an understanding. In a sense, some people like being in love, or love being in love.

Marriage is the statement to the world "This is my missing half. He/She completes me, and I love him/her for that." It's a huge proclamation. And someone might not be ready to surrender that freedom from before. When you get married, it's one and only one.

So, this must mean that there are people out there who love being in love, but don't want to go that extra distance to be serious. It's sort of like, when you have cake in front of you. You know it's really good. The anticipation is overwhelming. And then, you put a small piece on your fork. It's right by your lips. The smell enters your nose, and its pure heaven. When you put it in your mouth, that's it. It's over. You have experienced it. There's nothing left. Whether the cake is good or not, it doesn't matter. The anticipation is so great and it beats out actually eating the cake.

So, a person in love is feeling that anticipation of something greater. It's so close, and they feel it too. This is the pinnacle, and they know it. If they move on to the next step, it's a step downward, not alot downward, but just enough. It's all relative. And so they choose to cherish the moment now, and forfeit any possible rewards.

Have you ever seen a really good movie, so good that you didn't want it to end? If you don't see the ending, does it really end? How do you know? It's like the thing about a tree falling in the woods. Does it make a sound? So yea, you don't see the end, and you leave. You are still on all the emotional highs. If you were to see it again from the beginning, it'd feel just the same. But if you see the ending, that's it. It's over. You'll never be able to watch that movie with the same excitement, because you know what it leads to.

The same applies to relationships. If you're not ready to let it go, the anticipation, then you have to leave. There are many reasons to not let go, but you have to know when to hold on. If you play poker and up the ante everytime, but fold at the last moment, then you never win. You get the climax, but never anything after.

I don't know how else to explain. If you're not ready, then don't go on. But you have to be ready eventually.

Yea...

"Intrapersonal
What it is: The ability to use one's emotional life as a means to understand oneself and others. Children with this type of intelligence control their own feelings and moods and often observe and listen. They do best when working alone.

Encourage your child to think about how new experiences make him feel and offer him plenty of chances to explore topics on his own. To involve an intrapersonal learner in a science project, ask him to describe his experiences and emotions. A camera, drawing pad, and blank journal can help your child record and think about his observations."

All material from:
(http://family.msn.com/tool/article.aspx?dept=raising&sdept=rks&name=sc_111103_childsmarts)

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Is that me or what? I've never heard a better description. Of course, this was written about children, and I'm a bit further than that...

Man, this is going to be one pissed off Andy for a while. Didn't want to see the Cowboys lose, but oh well. I'll get over it eventually. And didn't those Longhorns pull one out of their A? I thought it was great though. Almost made me soil my shorts.

But anyway, on to the next topic. Have you ever heard or said, "Wow, you two make a good couple?" Isn't it odd that only some couples seem like they fit together really well? You'd figure that it would be said more often, especially when two people get married. So what's up with "natural couples?"

After hearing that previously mentioned phrase once and saying it a few times, I became determined to figure out what causes two people to come off as a natural couple. After analyzing each situation, it comes down to a few things.

First, the score for each half of the couple on the "looks" scale must be near equal. If the chic is super hot and the guy looks like the hunchback, obviously it doesn't look natural. But if they are both moderately attractive, then it works out just fine.

Second, both types must complement each other. You can't have a skater dude and a goth chic. It just doesn't look right. But, if you have a real preppy chic with the standard preppy jock, it looks fine. Two people that don't have a specified group usually match up well. I would go so far as to say that band nerds should probably stick with other band nerds, but it doesn't work. Well, sometimes it does, but it shouldn't. Of all the band relationships I've seen, only one or two have actually lasted and worked.

Third, the music each person listens to must overlap their significant other's choice of music. A guy who digs punk doesn't seem like a perfect fit for a country girl. Two people that listen to the top 100 station will fit fine. A guy that digs heavy rap metal just shouldn't coexist with girl who listens to classical. But, if a guy listens to everything besides country (like yours truly), then a girl who listens to any music should be just fine.

Fourth, their real life problems should be of the same degree. If a guy is a heavy druggie, he shouldn't be with a religious chic. It doesn't make too much sense. I'd give another example, but I can't think of one right off the bat.

Fifth, and probably most important, the two people should act very clingy and lovey-dovey in the presence of others. It shouldn't be forced, because then it's just a big lie, and as my previous post mentioned, lying gets you a big ticket to limbo. If the hugs and hand holding just happen with no influence, it comes off as very natural. When a couple never seems to argue, it comes off as natural. If it's all smiles...you get the idea.

I'll throw in a sixth. Each half should not be selfish at all. If everytime they see each other they have a gift or something like that, then it appears very complementing. Oh yea...I mentioned selfishness in my last post as well. I forgot.

Now, it doesn't take all six, maybe just four or five. All of these requisites just happen. They can't be forced, because force gets you nowhere. Meet a couple that has most of these qualities, and watch how long they last. If they are split up, it is probably because of an external cause.

The term "natural couple" can also apply to two people who are just friends. Each of the previously mentioned qualities can be displayed by "just friends" except for the first and fifth. If the remaining four signs are there, it might seem as though they are a couple. These are things that couples have.

Sorry if I keep saying, "so and so are probably a couple, they just haven't come out about it." But I don't apologize for saying "oh, they're a natural couple." That should be taken as a compliment. Maybe it should also be taken as advice to go for it.

Whatever. Get out of my face. Lucky that I even said, "sorry." I usually don't apologize, seeing as how they are just words, and can be faked easily. You can see through an apology by looking at the eyes. It's easy. Every emotion is displayed through the eyes. So an apology shouldn't require words.

I'm going to sleep. Guess what my feelings are when my eyes are closed...

People hook up all the time, everywhere. It happens every minute in every country. Maybe, down the street from where you live, a guy is on the phone with his soon-to-be woman. But, as it is well put in The Matrix: Revolutions, "Everything that has a beginning, has an end."

As often as people start relationships, they are broken. Cheating, lying, selfishness, or not being compatible, these are all factors of a break-up. It seems very natural though, just as natural as death. Not everyone can stay together forever with their first love. You must go out into the world and you must evaluate all options available. Staying with one person for a long time can be wasteful if you haven't found your best option.

So yea, what about after a break-up? Can they still occupy the same room and not have a grudge? Can they talk like old friends as if nothing ever went wrong? Will they kill each other with spoons?

It seems as though the most logical thing to do, in my opinion, is to ignore the other half of the failed relationship. Pain has been inflicted, and everyone would rather ignore pain than address it. If you ignore something long enough, it goes away, right?

But, how can you ignore someone you have grown close to? I mean, two people make a commitment to be there for each other, and all of the sudden they can deny that the other exists?

Only, they tell themselves that the other doesn't exist. They can't truly believe it. Certain smells, visions, and feelings can make someone remember what happened. Walking down the street and seeing someone with a similar appearance is all it takes to bring back memories of joy, and sadness. And then it starts...

You want to call the other person, just to hear their voice. You want to know how they are doing, and what they are doing. You want to know the most important thing. Are they thinking of you?

People split into two different types at this moment. They either a) pick up the phone, make the call, ask the questions or b) they tell themselves again that the other does not exist. Both require will power, and both are just as difficult. The difference is found in the thought process of the person with questions. People either let their feelings make the decision, or they analyze each move and probable outcomes much like a game of chess.

This is what enters the mind of a person (in this case, I'll use the ex-boyfriend POV) who uses...

Feelings

"If I call, will she talk to me? Will she tell me that she still has feelings for me, or will she yell out words of hatred? What if I don't call? Will I ever talk to her again? Wait, do I really want to talk to her again? She did do 'this and that.' Do I still have feelings for her?" Now this person balances the scales, and he sees the pros to outweigh the cons. The feeling of love is greater than any amount of physical or emotional pain.

Insight

"Let's say I call, she could ignore everything I say. She could also hang up on me. What's the point of calling? She may have feelings for me, but wouldn't she call me then? What if she's thinking the same exact thing I am? If I call her first, does that make me the bigger person? What if I don't call? No harm if nothing is said. Shouldn't I just keep my words to myself?" And then the person weighs the pros and cons. The pain that the cons represent will eventually outweigh the pros, because now there is doubt in the mind about whether they are a good couple or not, seeing as how they broke-up. Doubt is quite a thing.

The length of time that the couple ignore each other all depends on how long they stick to the same thought process. After long enough, the thinking stops. The smaller feelings are fade, and memories are forgotten. Day by day, the pain dies away, until one morning, you don't feel anything. It takes weeks, months, or even years for some. Time heals all wounds.

Is it better to ignore someone after a break-up, even if it means for the rest of your life?

I don't know. I've seen cases where exes are friends and get along. I've seen cases where exes being in the same room almost always means a fight. I have not experienced both sides for myself either. But then again, it is easy for me to form a grudge against you, and it is easy for it to disappear. I remember every action, and I can forgive very easily.

If someone who has had a break-up at least once talks about their current emotions to a member of the opposite sex, it suggests that the feelings for the ex still remain. Yet, the person spilling their guts could do it as a sign of openness, and as a signal of interest. Boy, does that lead to an awkward moment...ha!

I'm going to sleep.

"Sleep! Yea! That's where I'm a viking!" - Ralph Wiggum

Beer beer beer. I love beer. It can be very tasty, and it can be very relaxing. When I have a hard day, I drink beer. Although, now it has to be an extremely hard day, because I'm really not supposed to drink much at all. So the rare times when I can, it must be for a worthy reason.

After my first final of my first semester, I saw ripples in the floor. The test required so much thinking, I blew a hole. It just so happened to be physics. I really like physics, too. But walking out of that building was harder then it should have been. I went back to my dorm, and just passed out. Now after I take finals, I feel fine. Well, at least for most finals.

Just got a good topic to write about, so I'm going to post this and start it. It deserves a whole section to itself.

So yea, everyone has their past that they never want to bring up again. It's sorta like, "I don't ever want to experience or think about the experience in my past." I didn't kill anyone or anything like that. But I might as well have. It feels like I've been in a mental prison for the past year or so. OK, maybe more like a couple of years. I tried breaking out of it by writing it all down, but that didn't really help. It only made things worse. I mean, I wrote over 100 pages trying to get it all out of me, and with each page, I kept hoping that the next one would be the one to set me free. Then I figured I could keep writing and submit it for publishing after 500 or so pages, but that was just based on high hopes. I stopped about 5 months ago, and I only have about 150 pages.

Well, it doesn't matter too much. I'm about 200 miles away from my past now. I love it. I know, I know. "Andy, what's this 'past' you're talking about?"

Well, as I said earlier, it's nothing I want to talk about. The only necessary information about it that anyone needs to know is that I'm perfect. Well, I'm my definition of perfect.

"But Andy, how do you define perfect?"

Perfect - (adj) see also perfection, perfectly, perfectionist; something that is desirous to many, adapts to remove flaws, in the process of becoming flawless, Andy. Ex: Andy is perfect.

This is going to take further explanation, but right now I don't feel like it.

Roommate quote for this year and next...
"Don't worry, we're both fully clothed...well I have pants on at least."

Yea, played Bball this past weekend. Don't even really want to get into that. But I will never eat before playing again. I'll also try not to come down with a cold or sinus infection or whatever. Either way.

I hate things. Some things bug me too much, while other things are so small that I don't feel it until it adds up. Some things suck really bad. Some things are just plain annoying. Some things haunt me in the wrong way. Some things just pop up out of nowhere and freak me out. Some things are just too bad to ignore. Once again, I hate some things. If I could change the world, I would.

Then again, maybe some day I will change the world. Have my name printed in all the newspapers, and a picture too. Front page materials for every country. Guess I should keep dreaming...

I love dreaming. I know I enjoy sleeping, but I think what makes it so great are the dreams. People I haven't seen forever show up, and it's just like old times. People that are out of my reach are sitting next to me. People I haven't spoken to in years talk to me in my dreams. The ones I miss, the ones I don't, they are all there.

Sometimes these dreams can seem like good ones, but after sitting down and further analyzing, they can be horrible. They stick in your head all day, and it feels like you'll never get rid of it. Sometimes you don't want to get rid of it. I get those dreams every now and then. Does it happen to everyone? I figure it does.

But yea, gonna take some stuff, and then I'm gonna sleep. Sleep...

You want an easy way to piss me off? Ask me about a Mavs game after a loss. I just want to hit something...

Yea, so what? We'll see who's laughing come May.

This weekend, I'm going to play some Bball. And I'm going to play like never before. I'm going to make my opponents wish they never challenged me. It's on. The weather will be a little cold, just the way I like it. The courts will be a little empty, another thing that I like. It's gonna be right outside my dorm, so I've got the home court advantage. I'm going into this weekend after having a decent week. If I wake up frustrated Saturday morning, someone is going to get it. And I mean get it good. If I wake up pissed, I'll make people hurt.

I'll probably walk out of that door of the cage more banged up than anyone else, but not without a win. Blood dripping down my lip, knees, arms, wherever, it doesn't matter. I'm going to walk out with a smile. I'll make sure to that. I've improved too much to let it go to waste this one chance. Well, it's not one chance. It's just one of a few.

I need a good nickname. I mean one of those nicknames that ballers earn. I'll even settle to be known on a first name basis. When you say Dirk, Peja, or Vlade, you know who they're talking about. I could be the next "Andy." I really don't like my real first name that much.

Oh yea, why do I feel a little better?

Because when I woke up this morning, I felt totally new. I felt as if I owned everything and everyone. It was amazing. As the day progressed, the feeling went away. But yea, sitting in class, having chics check me out, it just really made me feel like royalty. Even in Jazz, chics were looking at me like I was a celebrity. Maybe I should check the mirror. I could have just had food on my face or something. Wouldn't that be my luck? Yes, yes it would.

(frown)

So yea, the NBA regular season starts later tonight. Gonna watch the Mavs take on the Lakers. They better outscore them by 50. With all of that shooting, there better be a record breaker.

Still single, although I feel a little better. Well, to a point...

It's winter, and winter can be one of the worst seasons for single people. Couples get a little bit closer, and couples stay indoors more. If you're walking through a hallway and you see a couple hold hands, it can be a nice sight. It can also really piss you off. Maybe that's not what I mean. It can really put you in a bad mood.

It makes you realize that you're missing out on something. You are missing out on something enjoyable and satisfying. And while you create self-pity, the other guy you see is smiling his fake A off. Deep down, you know you could take her away. But it goes against every one of your morals.

I can't even think about any chic who is currently in a relationship. Bad history sparked that. But if a chic currently involved said to me, "Hey, let's ditch him, and we can be an item," I wouldn't be able to accept. It would kill me. And if I dated a chic who told me a month later she was seeing someone also, she would defintely be on my "Do not talk to" list. Even after breaking up, I still would remember, and I would not be able to trust her again. Rabble rabble rabble.

What makes the winter so great for starting a relationship is the fact that you miss out on the family holidays. Thanksgiving, Christmas, whatever. You have a very early relationship, and it's not yet time to meet the folks. In fact, the next holiday you can celebrate with your significant other is Valentine's Day, or quite possibly New Year's Eve. Neither of those are as bad. Why? Because at that point, you have a girlfriend, so you can laugh at the single people. Those are the two holidays where being single sucks the most. You don't want to spend New Year's Eve passed out alone on some bed. You don't want to spend Valentine's Day by yourself. Once you get past Feb. 14th, what's the next holiday? None. But if you count Spring Break, well that's a week to be single. You don't want to have missed opportunites.

But yea, if I see you in the hallway, the two of you just standing there, I'm gonna get a mean face on. Save your love for behind closed doors. Rub someone else's nose in it. You don't want me in a bad mood. "But Andy, you can get a girlfriend, and then you won't be so bitter." Bah Humbug. Could whatever. Kiss my A. I'll be bitter when I damn well please. Get out of my face.

So yea, I watched the Cowboys beat the S out of Detroit. That really made my day. Until I remembered that I have a History test tomorrow. Talk about sucking...

I was thinking about my current relationship status (single) when it hit me. If I still lived in Dallas, there is no way I would be single right now. There would be no free time, because there would be dates every night. My calender would be booked. "Why?" you might ask. Mainly because in Dallas, I know the market, and I know how to advertise myself. Here in Austin, the expectations of guys are completely different. I'm not exactly sure what is expected out of me. And I really don't feel like learning. When I walk through campus, I walk as though I am taken, and I am not available to even talk to anyone. It's a horrible thing to do.

It really clicked with me after I started thinking harder about the wedding I just attended. There were many chics there, and I felt that a few held interest in me. But I did not make a move, because I live in Austin. I call Austin home. I know that if I were to hook up with someone who lives in Dallas, I would have to endure a long distance relationship. That just doesn't work with me. I have the patience, and I can have the trust. But I can't make trips back to Dallas every weekend. Even if all the resources were there, I would not want to. It would take a miracle to convince me to. 210 miles isn't that far. But it's far enough for me.

If I lived in Dallas, then everything would be in it's right place.* I would be able to date those chics I saw at the wedding. I could meet female friends of my friends back in Dallas. It would be so easy. There are a few friends from high school that I still talk to that I wouldn't mind dating. But, as long as I live in Austin, they are off limits to me. They might make a move, but I will not be able to accept. It might be one of those story book "the one"** type things, but that doesn't matter, because I will not do the long distance thing. For all I know, I'm missing out on something good.

All I can say is "oh well." I've got my thing down here in Austin. Yea, I wish some people I knew went to UT also. But hey, they want to stay at UTA, or UTD, or UNT, or wherever. I can accept that. I might not like it. But I have to deal with it. I alone decided to go far off. It might look more like I left them. That could be the case. And sometimes I think about transferring over there. We could have alot of fun again if I were to rejoin my group.

Anyway, ladies in Dallas, I'm sorry I won't date you. It's probably nothing personal. Well, it could be. But the main reason I can't is because I don't live there. Move to Austin, we'll talk. If I come back to Dallas, we'll talk. Otherwise, I apologize.

* Nice Radiohead reference.
** I really hate that bull S. There is no such thing as "the one." There have to be at least 10 people in the same state who could be "the one", so I guess it's not "the one." It's more like "one of the few." I've been called "the one" twice, and I don't talk to them anymore, so I guess I'm not "the one." Statistically, if you want to end a relationship with me, call me "the one." It hasn't failed yet.

Well, given my luck, if any weekend had to suck, it would be the one I spend at home. I'm not even going to touch college football. On the upside, I was home. Also, the Cowboys pulled another victory out of their A. Just amazing...they're 4-1.

So yea, weddings are something else. Pretty much, a guy and girl make it ok for them to do the dirty, and the real test is the 4 hour process. Not only that, but you have to be in front of your family as well as your significant other's. One false step, and it's blown. Add to the mix that there are cameramen everywhere. Now, there's evidence of the goof up.

If you attend a wedding, and you're not the one getting married, things can suck fast. Especially if you're single. I'm a guy, so from my point of view, it's like this. You look around the room and see a bunch of chics all dressed up and prettied up. Their hair is all nice and fixed, make up is exact, and the dresses hide all of the physical flaws. You want to go up to them, but you realize that this is a one time deal. They HAVE to look this way, because this is a wedding. Tomorrow, they could go back to wearing sweat pants and baggy shirts. It's sorta like false advertisement.

If you've seen these girls before, maybe in high school, then you know some of their appearances are for real. But still, it's not like they can be mean to you right now. They might smile and talk to you, but deep down, they want to kick you right in the sack. I'm not a jerk to females, but I still get that feeling.

So yea, all the single guys go to the stage or dance floor or whatever. The groom throws the garter out there, and some poor guy ends up catching it. Now everyone in the area has to make "woo" sounds and say things like "who will be the lucky girl?" Now the bouquet gets thrown into a scrum of females. Dresses and hair are pulled, and women turn into savages. Sometimes. But once the bouquet is caught, that's it, the audience has to make a big deal out of that. Then everything goes back to normal. We all eat cake and get fat, lessening the chance of another marriage.

Eventually the bride and groom sneak off to the broom closet, and things happen. Meanwhile, the two families are starting to drink more and more. This is supposed to be a joyous occasion, but for some reason, we have to make a good thing bad. You add liquor to a reception, and you can expect some embarrasing and humiliating moments. Old disco is played, because every wedding DJ has YMCA in the rotation. (By the way, you guys suck. You guys absolutely suck.) Adults crowd the dance floor, people fall down, everyone laughs. Then they leave. By this time, I had better be halfway home.

I like weddings every now and then. Sometimes, the building chosen is really nice. Sometimes the parties don't get reckless. Sometimes there aren't dozens of crying kids. Sometimes the females are single, and have really low standards. But how often does this happen? Not often enough.

By the way, I don't dance. I can't dance. I was in band for so long, I understand rhythm, but I can't dance. I don't care. I'm a guy, it doesn't matter. You want to slow dance, fine, I can do that. But don't expect me to do all these new show off dance moves all the young kids do.

Also, don't expect me to initiate conversations. I don't like doing it, and I probably never will. You want a conversation, come get one. Otherwise, don't expect me to leave my seat. I'm going to find a table in the corner, I'm going to drink my drink, and I'm going to enjoy not talking. Not saying I hate talking, but I can appreciate silence. You want me to hold your hand, fine. You want to talk at me, fine. But please don't get mad because I didn't leave my seat. It's a nice seat. I'm sitting in it. It must be good.

Enough on my rant...

Oh yea, Laura* didn't say hi to me first, so F it. Maybe could have had a good time, but F it.

Cowboys won today....Longhorns won yesterday....this has been one of the best weekends in a while, but this whole month already sucks as a whole. People around me getting sick, four tests this month, and I think two papers. That just sucks.

So yea, I'm talking to a friend, and another friend she talks to said "hi." I just found this weird because I haven't talked to this second friend in quite a long time. They need names. How about Emily* and Laura*. Emily is my friend, and Laura is her friend that I haven't talked to in quite some time.

When two chics talk about you, even if it's just for a little bit, you want to know every little detail. But when you do that, you start to seem weird and stuck on it. It's just that knowing people are talking about you feels good at first, but if you know what they say, you either feel even better or you feel horrible.

So yea, Emily mentions stuff like "being reunited" and such. Very hard to interpret. But I'm the type that knows there's something deeper and hidden, but I'm not going to try to figure it out. I just look at it as "oh, this is just a poke at me." The only thing is that when you look at it like that, you could possibly be missing out on something.

This also has a little to do with the "drop a good word" technique that I mentioned in an earlier post. What if they drop the word, but you don't pick it up? That would be weird in the way that, you're reaction could be interpreted as a lack of interest. What if you are interested? That sucks.

I'm not saying I'm interested in this reunion thing, and I'm not saying I'm not interested. I'm probably just thinking about it too much. I guess it's just that when someone you really didn't keep in contact with still remembers you and events involving the both of you, you wonder about any impact you might have had on them. I know that there are people out there right now who have lost contact with me, but I still remember them, and it's because they somehow had an impact on how I think or act or something.

I know it's probably my fault that Laura and I don't talk anymore, and I can accept that. I just don't want to seem like a jerk or something. I still remember her. I still respect her. If she said hi to me, I would say hi, and I could easily listen to her for hours.

I'm quiet...but if anyone says hi to me, I can carry a conversation for a while. I don't want to start a conversation where one is not wanted. I guess that's why I don't always IM people first (Emily. You know who you are).

My mind is just fried....I could very easily be confused right now. Either way, three test tomorrow, I'm out.

* names changed again.

History sucks. In my opinion, there is no subject as crappy as history. I always go into that class with the intention of staying awake all 50 minutes, but it never happens. He starts talking to the students about their hometowns, and my eyes go shut.

Jazz Appreciation is so great. We spent the first 11 minutes of class listening to Art Blakey. That let me clear my head and get relaxed. That class goes by to fast though.

Microeconomics kinda sucks. We do the same examples all the time. She's a grad student, and it's her first time teaching. She needs to be more strict. These guys next to me keep drumming on the table really loud, and it really pisses me off. Not only that, but everyone in that class (excluding me) talks all the time. I don't talk because I really couldn't get along with anyone in there.

So yea, I wear my headphones to and from Jazz. It lets me ignore all the stupid talk floating in the hallways. Why is it that everyone walking in front of me walks extremely slow? And then there's the people who stop in the middle of the hallway and talk to their friends. Don't they realize that other people have to use the hallway? Do they not see it?

Going back home on the 10th. Got a wedding to go to, some basketball to play, and some sleeping to catch up on. Gotta get a haircut too while I'm there. I always try to keep my visits low profile. It's not that I think everyone I know will want to do something. I don't know that many people who I could hang out with. But I just like to stay home, stay indoors, and just relax. If people knew I were home, and they just wanted to hang out over at my house, then I would be fine with that.

It's almost October 1st. Time goes by quickly. I think I have four tests coming up, including one tomorrow. Only two of them should really be hard. I also forgot that I have to do a concert report....I need to jump on that.

So yea, I'm talking to Emily*, and she tells me that guys "with no balls" are the biggest turn-off for most women. Guys "with no balls," what's wrong with you?

Males are born with two things called testicles. They are the source of any macho thing we do. If a guy does something really painful, even if it's stupid, then that man has balls. If a guy walks up to a chic who is obviously out of his league and asks for her number, then that man has balls.

So, let's say a guy tells a friend that he is interested in a certain someone. Then he instructs that friend to tell her. This is called the "drop a good word for me" technique. It lets the man inform the woman through a medium that he finds her attractive. If she accepts this word and talks to the man, then the guy wins. If she avoids him like the plague, the guy doesn't lose. Why? Because the rejection was not directly to his face and he avoids embarassment. He can shrug it off by saying something like "Oh well." The guy who uses this technique does not have any balls.

According to Emily, this is very unattractive. Also, she states, "the unattractiveness is when a guy tells everyone he likes you except you and that's how he expects you to find out...nothing's going to happen out of THAT." So what's a solution?

Be a man and step up to the plate. Tell a girl "Look, I find you attractive." You really gotta put your balls out there. If you're afraid of getting hurt, then you should go play a game of chess and call it a day. Otherwise, say to yourself, "My balls are on the table. I'm a man."

Emily also states, "if the possibility of rejection scares you away from telling a person directly, you're not cut out for something to happen."

Strong words...

* All names have been changed to keep privacy

I forgot to mention a couple of results from one game of dating poker.

When the guy wins, he is forced to leave the table for a couple of rounds. This is the whole process of dating that takes him out. This also gives the losers another chance to redeem themselves. If a guy who has all aces is constantly at the table, he's being a bastard, and a bouncer has to get rid of him. No one likes a greedy bastard.

When a loser runs out of chips, it usually results in that person going home to mom and crying for a month or two. In real extreme cases, they usually figure out that they are destined to be single and quit, or they turn homo.

If a guy gets married, he is retiring from the game. This makes all his poker buddies real happy.

By the which, there were many contributions to this idea from the very beautiful Anh (apply lips to bottom), who is so evil for making me think. Thank you Anh. Now where's my brain medicine?


Roommate Quote Number Three
"Stop! Don't come in!" (Tee hee hee)

I should really explain the "guys embarassing themselves" in my whole "girls don't have to do the work" entry.

The analogy I just came up with not too long ago is the best way I can describe this. But first, let's check out a statistic I'm going to create. What do you think is the ratio of guys being rejected to girls being rejected? I'm going to say a bajillion to 1. If a guy walks into a club, asks 10 girls for their numbers, he might get 2 or 3. If a girl goes into a club and asks 10 guys for their numbers, she will get all 10. This sort of has to do with supply and demand. Guys have a lot of demand for females, but supply is limited. Females, very little demand for guys (because "they're all pigs"). By the way, we are not all pigs. Note: Supply of guys is through the roof.

So, let's think of this whole world of dating from a guy's POV as a poker game. Guys are holding the cards, they have their poker chips, and there are other people playing against him. The cards represent his traits and characteristics that women find desirable. The poker chips represent his emotional capacity. The jackpot is the girl the guys are chasing after. The other guys playing against him are the guys going after the same girl. A guy wins, he gets the girl.

So, a chic walks by, and a bunch of guys ante up. These cards in their hands are already pre-dealt to them by the Almighty himself. If you have all Aces, you're a bastard. If you have a pair of twos, I'm sorry. So, they take turns adding bets. Then they call and throw it all down. Guy with the best hand wins, he gets all the chips, which are added to his "ego" pile along with the jackpot. The losers get to cry for a while, go to their jobs, raise some more money to get some more chips (Not real money, just something to ease his pain).

Now, if you're smart, you'll know when to fold, and you'll know when to bluff. Bluffing includes throwing more chips into the pot. If you bluff, it's the equivalent of telling her your feelings. The other guys might be caught off guard, and they might fold. This can increase your chances of "winning." On the other hand, they might see right through your bluff, they might throw their chips on the table and you could lose tons o' chips. It's best to fold when this chic is way out of your league. Then you don't lose any chips.

I've been out of the game for a while now, I love to gamble, and I'm getting that itch. Past year or two, I've been building my pile of chips.


Roommate Quote Number Two
"You know what else is a little damp?" (Very suggestive).

On my web site, it says, "I forgot to mention that one of the main things I look for is a good singing voice. There's just something about meeting up with your woman after a hard day, and having her sing you something real slow and soothing." Somehow, this put the wrong image into my roommate's head. He imagined that I would walk in the door all sweaty after working out, and then my woman's eyes would see mine, and then she would burst into some aria. That's not at all what I was trying to say or describe. I definitely mean a song like something Mazzy Star would do, or Sarah McLachlan. I don't need some Charlotte Church or crap. How would that make me feel better?

Here is a small excerpt from one of Mazzy Star's good songs.

"I look to you when I see nothing,
I look to you to see the truth."

How can that not work for a guy?

I didn't get to play basketball because the weather was getting bad. That could be why my knee was hurting, the whole change in pressure or whatever. It's still humid outside. Kinda sucks. I'll probably try to play basketball tomorrow. Friday I get to go home for the weekend. I really want it to be kept quiet. I don't want to go out much while I'm there.

From now on, I'm going to post a quote from my roommate with every entry on this thing. Here goes with the first one.

"You're rubbing off on me." (But he took that the most wrong way possible.)

About to go play some basketball. I think I'm going to work on my outside shot. My post moves are good enough for right now. On my way back up to my dorm just minutes ago, my knee got some sharp pains. So we'll get to see if I blow a knee or what in an hour or two.

You know, being on the bus, sitting in class, and lounging in my room has got me thinking. Why don't chics ever initiate contact with guys? It always has to be the guy who gets to embarass himself with a stupid one liner. If a chic so much as said "hi" to a guy, all of the work would be done. Yes there's the "I'm looking right at you" and what not, but that can be very misleading. She could be looking at someone behind you, and that can lead to a very awkward situation. Girls, just say "hi" and you can double the potential boyfriends available to you.

I really hate those moments when you see someone, but after closely looking, you realize it's not them. Like seeing an old flame, but it's only someone that slightly resembles them. You almost walk up to them and say "What are YOU doing here?!" Seconds before doing so, you stop yourself, rub your eyes, and walk away. It can really mess up the rest of your day.

Am I the only one who has died in their dreams? My roommate says he never has. Just wondering...