Modest Expectations Dashed.

(500) Days Breakdown:

Expectations:

(fake sounding) "Hey! It's good to see you!"

Then ignore me the rest of the night.

Reality:

Didn't even make eye contact. Avoided my existence completely.

And then also my other friends haven't invited me to any of the parties they have thrown. Big surprise.

Tonight I feel very alone. Happy New Decade.

See Also Murphy's Law

Yesterday at AMC I arrived almost an hour early and walked into was a shit storm. We are now out of popcorn, medium drinks, ICEE syrup and lots more. The ongoing joke of the evening was that we would eventually just be out of everything, and we would be part of the grand social experiment of: What happens when a movie theatre runs out of popcorn?

Inception is going to be 2010's best movie.

Judging by the trailers I've seen so far.

That is all.

Too many updates in one day? I had two cups of coffee earlier so my mind is JACKED UP.

It's funny now...

...but after re-reading all of my posts, it seems my blog went from light-hearted fare to a very serious matter.

No wonder people stopped commenting. Yikes!

My mom is wrong, my dad is not selfish. She's also right.

My dad is selfish only when he becomes fixated on helping others above himself. He gets so wrapped up in their problems he ignores the needs of what he cares about, including his children.

AVATAR = Gigantic disappointment

Not since "Watchmen" have I felt so let down.

Maybe I'm being nit-picky, but usually when a film claims to be the future of everything in Hollywood, it at least does something special. James Cameron, go blow a goat.

Why God exists.

Somehow through being rattled I was able to achieve one of my life goals of walking to and from Target. Only, because I locked my keys in my car, the order was reversed. I have now walked from and to, target.

TODAY.

Today

I talked with a friend past curfew.

I woke up at 11.

I went to work at 2.

I worked with good friends.

I witnessed someone get a concussion, and responded.

I got off work early.

I drove home in a snow storm with only one contact in.

I ate dinner alone.

I was almost kicked out of the house by my mom.

I ended up telling my parents about my college life.

Today I had a good day.

I got some questions and they need answerin'

What is better than the plush feeling of new socks? I do believe the answer there is "nothing," but feel free to attempt to prove me wrong.

Is it wrong to have feelings for more than one person? Probably, but I'll do it anyway because I'm a cowboy and I do what I want.

How do you tell somebody that "I don't want you to be there, it'll just be super awkward!"? You don't. You just chicken out.

Why do you chicken out? Because you are your father's son, as your mother likes to remind you.

How do you live with yourself after lying to people? By trying to prove to yourself that everyone is morally flexible, and so it's alright to do it. But it isn't.

Where do babies come from? Certainly not me.

If you like someone, should you risk being happy for miserably chasing what you perceive to be a hopelessly lost cause? I don't see why not.

I'm serious about those socks though. They're pretty fantastic.

Well Besides that Ms. Lincoln, How was the play?

After failing that Calc test as severely as I did, I will reflect on the things going well in my life.

...

Hmmmmm.

Some things are kind of changing. For the better? Who knows?

Who cares? Merry Christmas season, everyone. Don't worry so much.

4/5

Why does that fraction bother me so much? I seem to have it in my head that somehow 1/5 or something like it would validate my existence. 4/5 just seems too much. Rather it be that than 2/7, or 54/61.

EGGNOG

Apparently Nutmeg can get you high?

I didn't know that, but now I do.

See you guys in four tripped-out hours.

Just participated in the most epic fight ever.

First serious snowfall at ND = Giant Midnight snowball fight.

If that isn't living, then nothing is. North Quad fought those South Quad sons of bitches off our turf. With great alacrity and skill. Mission accomplished.