Wednesday, March 01, 2006
A new game!
A blank page is intimidating. What's the first thing that comes into my mind when I sit down to write with no particular purpose? The same two syllables that have been randomly inserting themselves into my thoughts all day. The same problem that's had my mind doing incessant triple-axles, trying to turn it over every which way in the hope that some alternate point of view will suddenly make everything perfectly clear. (How'd you like my Olympics reference there? Timely, no?) So shall I discuss this so-called "problem"? You should know me better than that by now. After all, where would this blog be without vague references? But hey, why don't we turn this into a fun little game. Posting a comment with your best guess as to what the "two syllables" are will accomplish two purposes... First off, it will allow me to see if anyone actually reads this blog anymore, and secondly it will enter you in the "Guess What Phil's Talking About Game"! A correct answer is worth 10 points, a half-correct or related answer is worth 4 points, the most funny answer is worth 5 points, and just for posting any guess, you get 1 point. So there you go; best of luck to everybody and be sure to watch for future installments of the game!
Risks.
They make life interesting. But then, a lot of things make life interesting. I've found myself saying that about a lot of things lately. Wouldn't it be great if you could find life interesting without taking chances or living through drama or without any of the other negative side-effects that so often come entwined with out-of-the-ordinary or "interesting" events in our lives? Sadly, a predictable life is a boring one. I'm not a risk taker by nature. I decided to buck that trend in the middle of writing this blog and it totally backfired on me. You might find it interesting though, so I'll relate the story here for your entertainment. Basically I called up a girl that I had gotten the number of this past weekend and left a message. I'm sober right now, and this was quite possibly one of the worst non-drunken messages that anyone's left a quasi-stranger ever....ever. I rambled on for about a minute, repeated myself several times, didn't come across with any clear point, ended up calling myself a psycho (yes, to her voicemail!) , and finally practically begged her to call me back. What can I say? I just snapped. Needless to say, I don't expect to be hearing from her any time soon, let alone ever. If somehow I miracuously do hear back, don't worry, I'm sure I'll be telling you about it... Risks suck. It's a wonder anyone ever takes them, knowing full well the negative consequences that could befall them. Hahahahaha, all I can do is laugh.....
Current Mood: Topsy-turvey
Currently listening to: A Hangover You Don't Deserve by Bowling for Soup and Howl Howl Gaff Gaff by Shout Out Louds
Last movie I saw: Crash
One line review: A lot more racially motivated than I expected, but still pretty good.
On a scale of 0-5 sucks (0 being the best): 2.5 sucks
Risks.
They make life interesting. But then, a lot of things make life interesting. I've found myself saying that about a lot of things lately. Wouldn't it be great if you could find life interesting without taking chances or living through drama or without any of the other negative side-effects that so often come entwined with out-of-the-ordinary or "interesting" events in our lives? Sadly, a predictable life is a boring one. I'm not a risk taker by nature. I decided to buck that trend in the middle of writing this blog and it totally backfired on me. You might find it interesting though, so I'll relate the story here for your entertainment. Basically I called up a girl that I had gotten the number of this past weekend and left a message. I'm sober right now, and this was quite possibly one of the worst non-drunken messages that anyone's left a quasi-stranger ever....ever. I rambled on for about a minute, repeated myself several times, didn't come across with any clear point, ended up calling myself a psycho (yes, to her voicemail!) , and finally practically begged her to call me back. What can I say? I just snapped. Needless to say, I don't expect to be hearing from her any time soon, let alone ever. If somehow I miracuously do hear back, don't worry, I'm sure I'll be telling you about it... Risks suck. It's a wonder anyone ever takes them, knowing full well the negative consequences that could befall them. Hahahahaha, all I can do is laugh.....
Current Mood: Topsy-turvey
Currently listening to: A Hangover You Don't Deserve by Bowling for Soup and Howl Howl Gaff Gaff by Shout Out Louds
Last movie I saw: Crash
One line review: A lot more racially motivated than I expected, but still pretty good.
On a scale of 0-5 sucks (0 being the best): 2.5 sucks
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