Crushing Krisis

In the “too sick to notice” category, i just returned from picking up my dinner at the pizza place across the street. On my way back i stepped between two tightly parked cars to wait for the ideal chance to jaywalk back to the dorm. Suddenly, i found that one of the car’s bumpers was nuzzling my calf. I was intrigued, but i’m not used to that sort of public display of affection from an automobile so i glanced at the car to see what its intentions were.

The driver was trying to get out of his parking space. He wasn’t very happy with me.

I’ve always wanted to be on the real world (since i’m obviously not in it) or road rules, but these new competitive shows like big brother and survivor add a whole new (moronic) dimension to everyone’s favourite mtv classics. I’ve spent many a teenage daydream wondering how i could get picked for a fashionable mtv reality show when i am neither fashionable or mtv, but besides the act of getting picked now one has to worry about survival. Yes, being the bitch isn’t so fun anymore, unless you are a bitch well liked by the viewing audience or a majority of your tribe. But then, what fun is it to be a bitch if you’re well liked? Then, there’s the problem of being too nice, which could lead to being tagged as without personality. Yes, you’ve got to balance those quirks out nice and even with the sweet moments. Of course, the dynamic changes totally on the internet…

This random wandering moment brought to you by Survivor Blog. No link!

Now that all the drama has been resolved, i’m supposed to be eating and packing. Hmm… does this seem like either of those two activities? Not really.

I’m trying to decide what other pieces of layout to implement on the blog. I might actually do away with the framed crush section, instead incorporating it all into this page, but i’m not really sure. Also in flux is the extent i want to write a “staff page.” But i’m working on it.

I work on my site in my head a lot. Really, i work on anything that i am totally immersed in inside my head rather than anywhere else. The other day i worked on a guitar solo while waiting for the subway, and last semester i composed an english paper in my sleep. Really.

I should go eat something.

krisis: Now my mom is pitching one of those “are you sure you can trust this boy” fits.

Matt: well, tell her I’m sorry for having her go through this frustration, and that she can trust me since I have a crack-deal going down tonite, and that covers my rent for a few months

krisis: I was telling her something along those lines already, actually

Matt: are you talking about the crack or me being sorry?

Matt: or both?

krisis: …

krisis: (:

krisis: Did i mention how i am the #3 most powerful blogger on the face of the internet?

Matt: at least your number 3… otherwise, you wouldn’t get to stand on the pedastal with the other two.

Matt: it would suck to be #4.. almost there, but just not good enough

Matt: so how so kimo sabe?

krisis: whom?

Matt: how so compatriot… how are you #3?

krisis: Oh. By virtue of being trapped here sick all day with nothing to do but post.

Matt: oh, cool

Matt: well, not that you’re sick or trapped…

Matt signed off at 6:05:30 PM

krisis: I was straightedge up until last Halloween, ya know

Spoon: i don’t claim to be straightedge, but i don’t drink

krisis: Oh, i was a hardcore straightedge. I was abstaining from alchohol, illegal substances, meat, and sex at the time. So,…

Spoon: yeah. i understand. the only one of those i do is meat. that’s just how i feel. but i understand people saying it, because it’s not like they couldn’t do it if they wanted to. I am just not sure if my intentions are so pure. I want to be sure before I claim something like that.

krisis: I was pretty sure, tho, i practically preached prohibition. I got the bum rush from alchohol, illegal substances, and sex all at once, what can i say :(

Spoon: haha. I am proud to say I will never get the bum rush from sex. :-)

krisis: Well… if you knew what my dating life was like in highschool, someone smiling at me would have constitued the bum rush from sex

Spoon: haha. mine is pretty sad too. i am, in my own words, “morbidly single”