Yeah, part 2 was really emo so I didn't publish it. Picture me in a martini bar drinking $12 glasses of wine because the name was easy to say and hearing a friend slip that one of those girls I'm perpetually in love with probably has a serious thing going on with a guy I've never met but will hate forever. This friend was an attractive girl but did not want to "stay over" at my hotel, so I walked back and wrote about my feelings. It was really special. Anyway.
Here are some random things that I don't feel like tying together:
I am in a super good mood now, and not just because the PS3 got hacked. I'm assuming it is typical post-trip jubilation.
I did meet a cute girl at one of the house parties during my trip. Chris' new year resolution was apparently something about being more creepy in general, so he started talking about my "blog" --this very publication you are reading now--and put it up on his big screen tv in the middle of a drinking party. On the bright side, I got to drink a couple Dr. Peppers (the car-bomb drink, not the soda). So this girl who seems to have a nearly horizontal chastity curve is now probably going to read all of my crass rantings and stop talking to me. I could be wrong. Maybe I'll just text her a lot or something. Whatever happens, I'm glad I met her.
We watched Scott Pilgrim vs the World, and I want to be in a band.
After one sleepless night (see the paragraph about the cute girl) I learned that if you are rolling around your home town/city/metropolitan area without anywhere to sleep, you can just pull into the parking lot outside of a big movie theatre and take a nice nap. I stretched my right leg over the console and into the passenger seat, and let my left one go under the pedals. It was comfy for 20 minutes.
I have been toying with the idea of writing romance novels. I hate romance novels. The perfect novel, in my mind, would be about me and my imaginary girlfriend touring the world in our steam powered airship having lots of steamy sex. It would be written by me, and read by my girlfriend, since you end up having a lot of downtime on an airship. Ok I think I just created a narrative paradox there...anyway. I only wrote all that so that I could say that in my opinion, romance novels are about all the boring crap that has to take place in between the sex scenes. My only interest in that genre is writing a story where some male main character does everything he can to get a girl, including surmounting incredible and character-developing obstacles, until the end of some epically romantic story which will have the female readers crying and sobbing and really into it waiting for the happy ending (happy endings are to romance novels as vampires are to vampire novels) and then at the end the girl blows him off and it and surprise! No happy ending. However. I had some down time, and some of that down time was spent in a bookstore, and I did two passes through the romance section, and what I learned on that day was quite interesting. The prose and general writing skill is abominable; I can already write better than those people, and don't worry, I know how bad my novel was. Also, girls are kind of...nerdy. I never expected the manner of ridiculously stupid sci fi and fantasy elements strewn haphazardly all over that section. It appears that those elements are necessary to shape the characters and situations to get the most spice out of the relationship: instead of a bad boy, he's a fucking demon, and she's like, an angel. I'm not making that one up. So, it seems that girls are just as nerdy as guys, the only difference is that with girls, all the vampires and magic and bullshit isn't the point, the relationship is. Picture seven girls sitting in someone's parents basement rolling a 20 sided die for "initiative" -- is he finally going to kiss her? Oh no! Someone cast Cold Feet! Yeah. Anywhere. The entire point of this paragraph is that I think I could write this crap. I forget why this was supposed to improve my life...something about female fans. I don't know. All I need is a formula, like vampires with glitter on their face, or a boy wizard that goes to magic school and thwarts the evil wizard every year. After that, I just have to spit out a bunch of garbage and convince someone to publish it under a pen name.
Also, Legos...still trying to get a side business going with them.
On the train ride home from the airport, which only went halfway there and I had to take a cab because Seattle transit is gay, I think I finally figured out where I want my life to be in a few years. It is the first time I have ever been able to answer that question, or even make a serious, grounded, guess. Here is where I want to be: I want to have a job I love, a job I love so much I actually want to get out of bed in the morning, and am always surprised when 5:30 rolls around. I want to live within flying distance (for a small airplane) of my friends and family so that weekend trips are feasible. Regardless of how far my travels take me, my family will always be in the Philly area. Also, people are getting all married and boring now and there isn't much of a point to being "home" on a weeknight, so these long visits tend to be inefficient. I want to ride a sportbike again, and I want to roll around with one or two other guys that don't need to ask why you always have an extra helmet clipped on the D-ring. I want to ride that sportbike to salsa dancing, and when I walk into a salsa club I want to be one of the best L.A. style dancers in the club. I want to fly my friends to the beach, or to New York. I want to pop down to N.C. in a cessna and visit Kristy for the day, or to visit my one of my sisters. I want to live in a cheap but nice house with people I don't hate and have two or three good parties a month. This house will have a room with a dance floor, a tv for rock band (and mario kart), a table for flip cup, a cool bar, a kitchen and dining area for luring large groups of people over with food, a lab for working on 3-sat, and like probably a hot tub. Oh, and a place for my nearly-all-female metal band. Yeah, I'm going to be in a cool metal band. We will be going on beach trips, ski trips and gambling trips where we pay for the hotel out of our texas holdem profits. What else...oh, and the premium lan parties. Not quite sure how they will work yet. Oh, and some of our parties will be themed. Like the pirate parties, and the steampunk parties, etc. Jessica (my car) will be there somehow. Might finally get her a roof rack for skiis, idk. Oh, and my life will be potmarked with regular month-long excursions to other countries, or just doing cool stuff. Ok, that is everything I can remember right now. I have a bunch of other ideas that involve having a girlfriend/wife, but they are all rated R and I'm not mentioning them here. Oh, and I'm probably going to be a writer of some kind. Like, a real writer, not just the romance crap. And something about climbing or lifting weights, and the racing cars thing. Oh! And something about clubbing, something about clubbing....
I think if I did all that I would be content. I don't know; I keep thinking I'm forgetting something. Creating the largest permanent lego installation on the planet would be nice, but I honestly don't really need legos in my life. I need to learn spanish.
[Starcraft]
I need a new computer to play Starcraft. It looks like a decent one will run me $700-ish:
http://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.aspx?Item=N82E16814127510
http://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.aspx?Item=N82E16813121394
http://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.aspx?Item=N82E16820148366
http://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.aspx?Item=N82E16811144162
http://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.aspx?Item=N82E16827106275
http://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.aspx?Item=N82E16820227590
and I don't even know if it will all work.
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