Like a kid loves candy and fresh snow.

Saturday, July 19, 2003

So a few days ago I went on my first real blind date. Well, it wasn't totally blind, but I had only spoken to this girl for a couple of minutes on a train before I spent the evening with her. The date didn't go so hot really, but it did get me thinking about my own experiences with girls, specifically how I meet and, for lack of a better phrase, woo them into my company. Up until this point I have only really dated girls who I have been friends with; in fact my comfort zone is to exist in a semi-incestuous love hexagon involving a group of close friends I have had since around the cretaceous period. I never really got involved with new people; only with those I was already comfortable. However, I am finding that this is becoming stale, and that I am thirsting for new blood. Unfortunately I am woefully inexperienced in "mackin' it," and I really have no clue as to the protocol of asking someone out before befriending them. Is it creepy? Does it work? How is it done? Are there, in some fashion, feathers involved? Possibly worn in a decretive headdress? On these questions my thoughts dwell, and the next few months I will try to track down the elusive answers.

It's so early in the morning I think that I might spontaneously combust. I have been helping my brother and our friend set up their own nifty blog dealies, and of course making this one all pretty and designed correctly. Still no real content, hopefully I won't get bored and stop updating after working for so many hours on it. Please leave comments and or type something on the chatterbox so I know you were here. Cool yo, catch ya on the flip side.

Friday, July 18, 2003

Okay, site all up and stuff.
Stay tuned for more teenage angst.
And funny animal videos!

Thursday, July 17, 2003

So yeah, sitting here. Playing games, talking to friends. I am just like everyone else who has one of these. Well, maybe a little different. Tatu just came on the ol' mp3 player. I wish i could be a anywhere but here. Stupid work, freaking class, damn friends. I wanna go back home.