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Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
So it's been a couple of...months since I've written in any online forum and included any form of notation on my life. For the most part though, there's been a pretty good reason. Some people may find themselves writing less and less in their online journals because they don't have the time based on a new job, or a child, or something else equally important. Me? I've been too busy thinking.
Thinking about what? That's the best part.
Nothing. I kind of sit around and follow my day as it plays out. I don't control what I do in my life anymore. I feel like I'm kind of just chilling inside of a body and becoming involved in whatever is happening around me. Not in the sense of "one of the crowd", but more like "whatever". I know I've always toted myself as having a really passive personality, but this is getting pretty ridiculous. I haven't really gone out and gone nuts in a few weeks it seems. Tailgating doesn't really count, especially the Ohio State game. That was more of an all-day activity that ended up with me being dead on Saturday night. This Saturday one of our neighbors turned 21, so I went upstairs to their place with a bunch of people and kind of "was there". I don't know. I talked to some people about how great Jesus was ("if he was here right now, he would turn that keg into wine, and all the ice cubes into methamphetamines." thank you King Missile) and then got other people to play a variation of "tell Jordan when to drunk", except this time you could tell anyone to drink. I made the rules up as I went along, so hopefully alot of people had fun.
What did I do when the crowd upstairs rolled out to the bar? I came back to my apartment and did research. I shit you not. 11:30 on a Saturday night, I went into my room drinking a Diet Coke and everclear (I was out of anything resembling tasteful alcohol and mixer) and researched the 1906 San Francisco earthquake. Why? Because classes have been getting all up in my shit the last week. Well, that carries over to this week too actually. I've been working my ass off to make decent work for all my classes which seems ridiclous. I keep working towards...?
But who am I to bitch about work? I'm a fucking cinema major...I chose this major to be lazy as shit. I mean, you know...I work my ass off in those cinema classes and I actually enjoy it, but the business minor I'm working towards? Shiiiiiiiiiiiiit. I couldn't care less about microeconomics and formal systems of accounting. Do I appreciate the accounting knowledge I'm learning? No. Have I been able to keep a budget for myself over the last two and a half years? Yes. Do I plan on starting my own business one day? Fuck if I know...but if I do, I'm sure I'll have the knowledge to do so without an accounting class. Seriously, how much will I be able to tell you about closing entries in an accounting journal this time next year? Probably nothing. And the best part...there's nothing wrong with that.
So what can I blame all of this on? Lack of interesting new music? Maybe. There really is shit coming out as of lately. Now some people will say to me, "Oh, you're just saying that because you're so close-minded, you only want underground shit blah blah blah..." but actually, my most anticipated release right now is the new My Chemical Romance (so probably everyone who reads this is going to think less of me, but fuck it, those guys have lots of sweet solos). The new Cobra Starship album is fun...but it's ~30 minutes of nearly the same thing. Great live act, but come on...what now?
I went to the SuicideGirls "Most Dangerous Burlesque Show" on Friday. I want my money back. The Japanese band that opened for them was awesome (if you can get me som Tsu Shi Ma Mi Rae MP3s / albums, pleaseeeeeee let me know), but once the "burlesque" show started, it was lame. Alright, we see your boobs...awesome. I mean, I thought there would at least be some entertaining dancing going on, something to separate it from hitting up a strip club on any night of the week. Well, there was I guess. Imagine going to a high school basketball game. Your team is getting the shit kicked out of them like every other week, and the first half finally ends. The dance team runs onto center court nearly right as the half ends...and puts on a show with so much energy. You can tell these girls love to dance. They are dancing their hearts out for the crowd, because they feed off the energy. Maybe their parents didn't give them enough love, but they are forcing the "fans" in attendence to give it to them. All in all they are alright looking, maybe not the best...but they could still draw a 25 year old guy to prison.
Now take out all that energy and enjoyment, and you have the "Most Dangerous Burlesque Show". I mean, who am I to criticize a dance act? No way I could perform half of what they did. But...I did pay $14. So I can bitch all I want. I think I heard more "fuck you"s from these girls from any female ever. Congratulations, you are dancing topless for a crowd of guys (some dressed in leather, others dressed like they just went to class) and it probably wouldn't be appropriate for us to throw singles at you. Fuck, we can just applaude and yell instead of throw cash? Shiiiiiiiit, next time I hit up a strip club I'm going to try that. You know, when I go to a strip club for the second time ever. I reccommend you check out the DVD they put out from last year of the same name of the tour now. It shows them having fun, doing a few dances that have a routine to them with DIFFERENT moves in each one. They have lots of footage outside of the shows of them having fun, and even some thoughtful comments on what they do and how they feel about their "art" (only using the quotes since I didn't get the chance to refer to it as art in my review...no negative context here).
So maybe it's sexual frustration for all my problems? Probably not. I don't care enough about that to make it a problem. I get what I want every now and then so I don't have too much of a qualm with it.
I try and keep in contact with people. I usually fail though. Maybe that's what it is? I would invest most of my bet into that. But it's not my fault...and it's not anyone else's fault. I've just been busy doing whatever.
So it's been a couple of...months since I've written in any online forum and included any form of notation on my life. For the most part though, there's been a pretty good reason. Some people may find themselves writing less and less in their online journals because they don't have the time based on a new job, or a child, or something else equally important. Me? I've been too busy thinking.
Thinking about what? That's the best part.
Nothing. I kind of sit around and follow my day as it plays out. I don't control what I do in my life anymore. I feel like I'm kind of just chilling inside of a body and becoming involved in whatever is happening around me. Not in the sense of "one of the crowd", but more like "whatever". I know I've always toted myself as having a really passive personality, but this is getting pretty ridiculous. I haven't really gone out and gone nuts in a few weeks it seems. Tailgating doesn't really count, especially the Ohio State game. That was more of an all-day activity that ended up with me being dead on Saturday night. This Saturday one of our neighbors turned 21, so I went upstairs to their place with a bunch of people and kind of "was there". I don't know. I talked to some people about how great Jesus was ("if he was here right now, he would turn that keg into wine, and all the ice cubes into methamphetamines." thank you King Missile) and then got other people to play a variation of "tell Jordan when to drunk", except this time you could tell anyone to drink. I made the rules up as I went along, so hopefully alot of people had fun.
What did I do when the crowd upstairs rolled out to the bar? I came back to my apartment and did research. I shit you not. 11:30 on a Saturday night, I went into my room drinking a Diet Coke and everclear (I was out of anything resembling tasteful alcohol and mixer) and researched the 1906 San Francisco earthquake. Why? Because classes have been getting all up in my shit the last week. Well, that carries over to this week too actually. I've been working my ass off to make decent work for all my classes which seems ridiclous. I keep working towards...?
But who am I to bitch about work? I'm a fucking cinema major...I chose this major to be lazy as shit. I mean, you know...I work my ass off in those cinema classes and I actually enjoy it, but the business minor I'm working towards? Shiiiiiiiiiiiiit. I couldn't care less about microeconomics and formal systems of accounting. Do I appreciate the accounting knowledge I'm learning? No. Have I been able to keep a budget for myself over the last two and a half years? Yes. Do I plan on starting my own business one day? Fuck if I know...but if I do, I'm sure I'll have the knowledge to do so without an accounting class. Seriously, how much will I be able to tell you about closing entries in an accounting journal this time next year? Probably nothing. And the best part...there's nothing wrong with that.
So what can I blame all of this on? Lack of interesting new music? Maybe. There really is shit coming out as of lately. Now some people will say to me, "Oh, you're just saying that because you're so close-minded, you only want underground shit blah blah blah..." but actually, my most anticipated release right now is the new My Chemical Romance (so probably everyone who reads this is going to think less of me, but fuck it, those guys have lots of sweet solos). The new Cobra Starship album is fun...but it's ~30 minutes of nearly the same thing. Great live act, but come on...what now?
I went to the SuicideGirls "Most Dangerous Burlesque Show" on Friday. I want my money back. The Japanese band that opened for them was awesome (if you can get me som Tsu Shi Ma Mi Rae MP3s / albums, pleaseeeeeee let me know), but once the "burlesque" show started, it was lame. Alright, we see your boobs...awesome. I mean, I thought there would at least be some entertaining dancing going on, something to separate it from hitting up a strip club on any night of the week. Well, there was I guess. Imagine going to a high school basketball game. Your team is getting the shit kicked out of them like every other week, and the first half finally ends. The dance team runs onto center court nearly right as the half ends...and puts on a show with so much energy. You can tell these girls love to dance. They are dancing their hearts out for the crowd, because they feed off the energy. Maybe their parents didn't give them enough love, but they are forcing the "fans" in attendence to give it to them. All in all they are alright looking, maybe not the best...but they could still draw a 25 year old guy to prison.
Now take out all that energy and enjoyment, and you have the "Most Dangerous Burlesque Show". I mean, who am I to criticize a dance act? No way I could perform half of what they did. But...I did pay $14. So I can bitch all I want. I think I heard more "fuck you"s from these girls from any female ever. Congratulations, you are dancing topless for a crowd of guys (some dressed in leather, others dressed like they just went to class) and it probably wouldn't be appropriate for us to throw singles at you. Fuck, we can just applaude and yell instead of throw cash? Shiiiiiiiit, next time I hit up a strip club I'm going to try that. You know, when I go to a strip club for the second time ever. I reccommend you check out the DVD they put out from last year of the same name of the tour now. It shows them having fun, doing a few dances that have a routine to them with DIFFERENT moves in each one. They have lots of footage outside of the shows of them having fun, and even some thoughtful comments on what they do and how they feel about their "art" (only using the quotes since I didn't get the chance to refer to it as art in my review...no negative context here).
So maybe it's sexual frustration for all my problems? Probably not. I don't care enough about that to make it a problem. I get what I want every now and then so I don't have too much of a qualm with it.
I try and keep in contact with people. I usually fail though. Maybe that's what it is? I would invest most of my bet into that. But it's not my fault...and it's not anyone else's fault. I've just been busy doing whatever.