The robot

Hey Jojo, as proof that you change my life, I started a similar blog for my other best friend Harrison Magee, who is in Argentina, and I wrote him the following message. I was too weary to write a whole new entry, but this one is like something that I would write to you any way. You change my life because I never feel close to my friend Harrison, but now that I'm doing this, I do, since I know that he reads it even if he doesn't respond. Don't worry about me running out of original blog material to write you about. I got more. I hope your thesis is well and fresh mozzarella.


"It's sad but I just tried to claim the url "aboutfacebook.blogspot.com" because I wanted to start a blog about Facebook, or at least claim the name as I mulled over whether a blog like that would be a gay thing to do. Fortunately, it was taken already.

How much do you think the Personal Info section matters? I try too hard. But then, I get a compliment from someone who I think is cool (and who probably has a cool Personal Info section too), and then I start thinking that maybe it's worth it. It's my modern-day equal to coming up with new Livejournal interests, which I excitedly memorized until I could get home to type them in. I know that someday this will all embarrass me. This blog especially.

I'm trying out to be Mike tomorrow. Thanks for the Super Mario advice. It actually helped a lot, because I realized that I could research tips on how to be any mascot in the country, not just tips on how to be Mike. I found a bunch of good mascot fights/danceoffs on Youtube. And then I found a 12-part video on how to do the robot. I then found myself peering back constantly to make sure Danielle didn't wake up and see me standing in only underwear at 3 a.m. trying to emulate this gay guy doing the robot.

I've never had such a nerve-wracking audition before. I am trying to think of mental tricks to help me at this audition, and so far "imagine the judges in their underwear" is on it. That and "pretend you're gay." I also have to remember to do the Vanilla Ice dance before anyone else does it. Can you help me come up with more? I'm trying to think of which of our friends would make the best mascot, and maybe trying to emulate them a little bit.

Thanks for listening boo. I don't think you need to start a new blog. You already have that other one that isn't on your profile anymore. You're better off having an amazing time in B.A. and creating lasting memories."

It ended with a chair

I hope your thesis is well and your concert was swell.

Have you seen Juno? It seems so Garden State/Urban Outfitters to have it as one of my favorites. Like something that I feel is golden, but 16-year-old girls love it. But it's one of my favorites.

My other favorites are Requiem for a Dream, Waking Life, Before Sunrise, Party Monster, Friday Night Lights, Lost in Translation, Adaptation, Zoolander, Face Off, Little Miss Sunshine, and Wedding Crashers. What are yours?

I still don't feel like I know a lot about you, or that you know a lot about me. But really, I'm totally okay with it. It makes sense.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WzmQmz9Kdc

Icing

I texted you while I was drunk earlier.

I went to a party and fell asleep while texting other people.

When I got back, I fell asleep with Danielle, and woke up and went online.

I have nine tabs open in Firefox. One is a Yahoo! article about the Rolling Stones and YouTube. One is the Weakerthans' Wikipedia page. One is John K. Samson's Wikipedia page. One is the Wikipedia page on the Icing rule in ice hockey. One is YouTube. One is the Weakerthans' website. One is hulu.com, have you heard of it? I am watching Requiem for a Dream right now, and it is hi-res, and loaded really quickly. One is Facebook, edit profile. And the last one is this blog!

I am excited to finally learn the deal with Icing in hockey, which is similar to being aware
of the Offsides rule in soccer, or the 3-in-the-key rule in basketball. I learned that the little things in life please me the most. And it would be such an easy fact to learn, but I do think that most people get big picture fulfillment. I am more of the type to recall that the best parts of my life involved knowing the answer to Final Jeopardy, or throwing a Sprite bottle into a curbside garbage can from a moving car. Other best parts of my life involved meeting someone with the same birthday as me, eating candy, beating Kerem at racquetball, redeeming arcade tickets for parachute soldiers, and being dared to eat ants and doing it.

My favorite candies to eat are Twizzlers, Twix, Laffy Taffy, Charleston Chew, and Gummi Savers (I think they're called Life Savers Gummies now).

Phlegm

I tried to respond to your blog, but it just felt like I was writing with phlegm. Since I've been sick, I have lost all my confidence in writing, schoolwise and blogwise. I'd like to think that I'm just humbled by your blog for me, and that's why I feel so stupid. I wonder if you were able to see the comment that I deleted. As I try to write this, I just constantly find myself reaching the point where I'm okay with just deleting entire paragraphs and everything I just wrote. Maybe this explains the point I'm at. I feel to weak to write out coherent thoughts, and I hope I can get better.

You mean a lot to me right now. And you've done that while being nowhere near me. It's near impossible for me to really experience a friendship with someone from far away. And I think that's a fact of life for everybody, and hi-tech communications devices just obscures the fact that you can't be close with someone you can't see or touch. I think that somehow your use of the blog broke some sort of barrier, though. Hmm.

And you know what the hardest part now is. Figuring out if this is a blog entry, or a response to your blog. I originally had it as a response, and now I have it as an entry, and I think I'll keep it here, as a journal entry, even though I'm aware that only one person will read it, because I think it looks better in a serif font. This is all so meta, and so layer-filled, I'm concerned that the keeping of this blog will be too incongruous and I will eventually feel like a perfectionist and delete things that don't match up. Don't let me get crazy. I want to keep doing this.