Conspiracy of One: Pull the Trigger

On The Pick-Up Artist, one character had trouble with sealing the deal, or “pulling the trigger”. I, too, seem to be suffering from a lack of chutzpah when I have targets locked in the crosshairs. It’s becoming rather redundant, yet at the same time, I feel I can come out of this with at least one victory. The problem lying therein is a considerable age difference that must be fully observed at all costs. In short terms, each girl is older than I am, more mature than the fish I’ve been seeking. I’ve been reviewing resumes, and they all are fine candidates.

Work has been making me ill. I didn’t figure I’d be working as many hours during the school year, but I’m not paid to coordinate schematics. Truth be told, I’m still the highlight of the night. Whenever I’m told otherwise, situations mitigate on my behalf and prove me correct. Is being correct truly worth it all the time? Not sure if it is, but keeping me happy would be integral to my directive.

Must pull the trigger, but which bullet is most viable? Probably the one that works, no?

Oh, and something about Brandon forming Brandonia…as long as it doesn’t intrude on my empire eminanting from Canada, I’m fine. Wait…let me backtrack…I can’t have opposition, he needs to be nuked. Skibbebebop. Much later.

Current Track – Colin Hay “Waiting for My Real Life to Begin”

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Conspiracy of One: Master Debater (High School Edition)

Being a communications student, the funniest thing that could happen is an amateur college debater judging amateurs would be pretty funny. So, what happens when you put a maniacal college student in a seat of authority?

The rules get ignored, replaced, and subjective.

Thanks to me, an Asian kid lost his manhood. It was completely my fault. And I enjoyed every minute of it…mwahahahaha. I told each team to rip their opponents’ heads off, and one girl did. She was very deliberate about how she executed her attack; it brought me to tears.

In other news, college life is really disillusioning. I want parties, yet I haven’t seen any. Plus, Jared, my de facto college sidekick, is devoid of charisma. I tried to figure out why I noticed it more, then I realized I haven’t seen Jordan in weeks. I guess when Jordan and I do our thing, it gets me through the week; I’m able to ignore a few things that piss me off. However, when the only companionship you have is an off-kilter guy who doesn’t have his priorities in line, it sucks. It’s even worse when he’s devoid of charisma, yet talks about existentialism every waking moment. That’s not cool in my book. I like being able to yell “KENNEDY!” across a parking lot and hearing “BANK!” replied. That moves me. Must go back to Hawthorne and hang out with Jordan.

Skibbebebop. Much later.

Current Track – Danny Elfman “Spidey Suite”