Spring

These Are The Fables – The New Pornographers

I haven’t posted in a while. Mostly because of I’ve been busy with school work. Mostly because nothings been happening in my life. Mostly because I’ve been taking advantage of having inherited my brother’s old comp and I’ve been free to play Civilization IV until six in the morning. Mostly because I can now download pornography at a blinding speed.

With no new romantic pursuits having presented themselves in the last few months, I’ve fallen back into the Adriana trap. She’s someone that I don’t see too often, but just enough and in such a concentrated form that our encounters are always potent. Plus, since a lack of upper management (people quitting and one going on maternity leave) has actually made me some kind of supervisor, there are some nights where I’m pretty much in charge. I can do whatever I want and that usually means hanging around Adriana and flirting like a ma’fucka. She has so many little work quirks that drive me CRAZY. It’s so weird. Everytime we make eye contact we smile, though I’m sure my smile is wider than hers. It actually hurts. Years of walking around with a sour puss have left me with a natural aversion to smiling. And she makes me smile so much. I gotta quit my job, fast.

On that note, I am planning to quit at the end of summer to concentrate on school. And yes, I actually mean it this time. Really. I will.

In the last few days, I’ve had to be more of a man than…well, than I actually am. Some friends of mine have needed help. They’ve needed someone to talk to. I’ve never thought of myself as a particularly good listener and I’m even worse at giving out advice. I’ve always been a terrible phone person. One thing that always killed me in high school was how I thought I was a pretty caring person, but my inquiries into the well-being of others usually provided them with little comfort. Let’s just say that, in response to my “Something the matter?”s I got my fair share of shoulder shrugs and “Nothing”s. I am one of the worst huggers in the world. I have no idea how to make someone feel better. But when a friend calls you at two in the morning and says that she can’t sleep because she’s having one of those days, you have to listen. You have to try and act like a man. When your friends are so knee-deep in shit that they forget how beautiful they are, it’s up to you to remind them. I don’t know if I helped anyone, I honestly don’t, but I do know that I’m grateful that they came to me. I don’t care if I was the last person they thought of talking to. That they spoke to me at all makes me feel like a giant. I’m learning every day and I’m thankful that these people are in my life.

I am currently obsessed with Twin Cinema by The New Pornographers. Next on my to-listen list: Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not by the Arctic Monkeys.

Brian. I want to talk to you about your girl problems, but I cannot think of an appropriate way to bring it up. This probably isn’t it. Let me know if you want to, okay?

I spend my whole night hanging out with Annia and watching American Idol and The Amazing Race. It’s the most enjoyable evening I’ve had in a long time.

Sorry, I know this has been disjointed. I wanted to express all the hopelessness I’ve been feeling lately with school, but with the completion of my essays I feel so much better. Spring is here. It is a wonderful time to be alive.

A couple of links courtesy of Cheryl. The Human Clock, which is a fun way to kill time (no pun intended, I swear). Might have been posted before. She also sent me this. Finally, my schlong can be presented in all its glory.

The Doppelgangers, another brilliant SNL Digital Short. I saw the episode, but this was sent to me by Senor Snax a few days ago. My only worry about these shorts is that they expose the weakness of the live programming. If you’ve watched any of the shows lately, you’ll notice that the sketches ain’t that great to begin with. I, for one, would hate to see SNL become a show composed of digital shorts, but its hard to argue with the results so far. The shorts are usually the highlight of each show this year. Bad sign.

And, of course, this.

I hope that last link makes up for the rest of this post. I’ll do better next time.

Then one morning, I woke up and said, “Fuck fish.” I renounce fish, I will never set foot in that ocean again. And there hasn’t been a time where I have stuck so much as a toe back in that ocean.
But why?
Done with fish.