amy: get any?
krisisPM: Do i ever?
amy: well i don’t either. but you’re cuter than me.
krisisPM: Sure, for a girl i might be
by krisis
self-aware
Regardless of your adoration of incorrect grammar, let me quickly finish off the story. The theatre we were attending oversold tickets by nearly 200%, which means the place was totally mobbed. I’d like to add at this point that Penn students are incredibly unnattractive, in general. As i looked around in the mob, i couldn’t find a single girl who i’d swoon for (or a single guy that’d cause me to question my sexuality :). Luckily, once inside the theatre i did wind up with Ariel’s friend Elise in what had to be the most attractive row of Penn students in the entire place. And the gods rejoiced!
I am way too non-resistant to change. For example, just now i washed my hands over the bathtub and then brushed my teeth there without even the slightest hesitation. Was i upset that i couldn’t do this over the sink? Nope, not at all. I have a sad sad habit of just working around such small inconveniences, pretending that they don’t matter at all. Of course, in the end i’m just living in a world of crap and looking like an idiot. The best example of this is the D-string tuner on my guitar, which has been broken for well over a year. I had just replaced all the tuners on my guitar when it broke, so i wasn’t in the mood to tear my instrument apart to fix it. Fast forward a year and a half, and now i have to bring a pliers with me to guitar ensemble so that i can tune the D-string of my guitar. It’s pathetic. I think mother and i have agreed that i’m getting a nice acoustic guitar for christmas so that i don’t look like such an idiot. As if that’s gonna help…
I over-narrate. My songs are all stories that i tell again and again. This log is less musings on life than bland daily (and hourly, and momentary) reports on the status of my life. My annalytical term papers are “too narrative – though it makes for a good story.” Hell, even my prose is too – i don’t know – prosey. I am much to fixated on ways to say things and not nearly interested enough in the ways that allow me to expand upon the story being told. It’s the same as my album reviews saying everything about a song except for a single thing about its sound. I’m not sure what i’m supposed to do about it, but there it is, laid out as plainly as i can understand it. Or: is that the problem….
Sometimes i feel like i have to buy something regardless of whether i will like it or not. I always by at least one t-shirt when UnionBay releases a new line. I buy every Garbage single that is released. I buy the songbooks to every album i enjoy, whether i actually want to play the songs or not. This habit falls somewhere inbetween my “obsessive-compulsive” and “completist” traits. For further confirmation, please inquire after my well organized comic book collection or my unreleased mp3 file hierarchy.