Brain Spill

“Being the best means nothing if your balls aren’t getting licked at the end of the night.”

I issued that epic quote a couple of weeks ago after careful analysis of my precarious situation. For starters, I’m quite sure Brienna and I are done, and it’s probably for the best. I came to the conclusion that the friendship was not going where I wanted (as in, progressing backwards than towards a relationship). She informed me of her desire to not have me escort her to class on the grounds she was being incredibly mean (which I refuse to disagree with), and that was that. I preferred the opportunity to end it, but since she did, that has left me quite sullen and bitter. It makes me wonder how much longer I can shake off failure and return without much more than a scarred ego. Again, Hitler concept of world domination is in my head: anyone can take over the world if one bad day occurs.

I’ve officially exhausted my drive for school, and I’m sure it will not return over this spring break. I think the classes have gotten to me the point that everything bleeds into one. Yet again, I will be attempting a full load during the summer and a full load in the fall. My goal is to finish one degree while studying abroad…

Speaking of which, I just checked my degree progress, and I made a grave miscalculation. It turns out another set of classes will not count which forces me to make something happen when the play breaks down. Seeing as I had the same two-step problem with my other major, I rectified the situation in five minutes. More or less, I’ll know where I stand soon enough, but overall, I should be fine if I can shift into fifth gear. Grad checks are coming up, and my advisors should be overjoyed.

Socially, I should be improving, as I have a four weekend schedule of Wrestlemania XXV, salsa anniversary and PWG, the social dance party, and a graduate forum in San Marcos. Not quite sure what I’m looking forward to most, because they all could be intriguing to some mindnumbing degree. However, the social dance party is my personal showcase, and my attire is close to finished. It’s amazing what can be done with a spare $300 if depressed…and since my depressions usually sting, well, I can drown myself in materialism without shame. Although, I did get rather sad when checking Facebook notes and saw that my first middle school crush is pregnant, and another former classmate is expecting her second child. Not saying I want a kid, but damn it, where’s my action?

Hence, my perspective about the social dance party: “being the best means nothing if your balls aren’t getting licked at the end of the night.” Skibbedebebop. Much later.

Current Track – Ted Dibiase and Cody Rhodes “Priceless”

Yoga Catastrophe!

My. Where to begin? Let’s start with the good. Previously on Smallville…

Wait, this isn’t Smallville…is it? Nope, didn’t think so. Last night, I had a jam session with my colleagues. It was great….except for the fact that I could complete the Mexican Magma Drive 2. I shit you not, I had the Screwdriver ready…it was there. I had never progressed that far into the move during open combat with the guys. Lo and behold, Brandon fucking escapes my throw; I believe he evaded me just shy of twenty attempts. Jordan was in there somewhere, that little bitch. I want to fling people uncontrollably, violently; it’s the only way I know how to play Tekken. As for Street Fighter…there’s not a better way to devalue a victory by losing with Dhalsim. Yoga isn’t just good for the Kama Sutra anymore. Add a helping of dead cow via In-N-Out, and I had a great night…

Which does temper the mood I’ve been in for the last fortnight. Am I over Brienna? Probably, probably not. I do intend to answer that judgment tomorrow, where confrontation must be in order. If there is an opportunity that can be salvaged, then my mission has been defined, and I will seek nothing less than absolution or nothingness. If nothing can be determined…I took a sojourn to Salsa Club Wednesday.

What’s significant about Salsa Club, which I attend every Wednesday? I had the salsa night of life, dancing with every girl I sought, and putting on a few spectacular moves. My technique has improved dramatically lately, probably due to depression being harnessed into talent. Long story short, there was a new girl there who wanted a piece of me. I went for a couple of my patented signatures and she was determined to follow. That’s the clincher, because I went for the “shake-shake” clutch, because damn it, I love seeing it performed. She responded surprisingly; she treated me like a pole. Awesome, yes. Even more awesome? The fact that she dared me to bring my all. So with that, I went for the “shake-shake plus two” variation, and she was left in shock. Lesson learned?
Don’t ever challenge a guru to bring it, because by the time it is requested, it has already been brought. ZING!

But yes…I’m tired of being alone, and tired of being in the dark. This week will bring a few much needed answers. That, a salsa workshop and a long study on how to nail the Mexican Magma Drive 2 from any angle at my leisure. Skibbedebebop. Much later.

Current Track – Janet Jackson feat. Coolio “Runaway (G-Man’s Hip Hop Mix)”