My Idea of Fun

It has recently occured to me that my idea of fun is nowhere similar to what most people consider fun. For example, I absolutely hate big parties, clubs, and bars. I hate meeting new people, especially in those types of situations. I don't like extreme sports (except perhaps rock climbing). I would never try something like skydiving and rollercoasters make me puke (both literally and figurativelly speaking). I like to travel but I'm not especially keen on it. I don't like most of the stuff on TV, in fact I probably watch less than 2 hours of TV every week.

I DO like small parties with 3 or 4 close friends. I like spending time with a girlfriend somewhere quiet and romantic. I don't view driving a car as a chore, I see it as an adventure. I like to watch unusual and non-mainstream movies. I prefer thinking over talking. Deep inside I don't like people whose idea of fun doesn't match my own, and if there is nothing to loose (i.e. I'm not going out with them), I most certainly will get into an argument.


I think this pretty much explains why I don't get along with people. I definatelly inherited the cynical and hostile attitude towards people from my dad. Of course, I don't plan to change. All I need is to find someone who has a similar outlook on life. Unfortunatelly, it has so far proven more difficult than I expected.

Post-Collegenism: Chapter 2 - Beer, Pizza, Wrestling

Ever wonder what makes men tick? There you go: Beer, Pizza, Wrestling. That is the foundation for all the important decisions men make. And many important decisions are on horizon:

1) To rent or not to rent: seriously faced with the prospect of paying as much as $2000 a month for a 1-bedroom apartment, I have began to question my priorities. While I could easily afford this, I still don't want to be throwing so much money away. Heck, if I were to live in a place like PA I could get SIX appartments for the same money. There are only a few options left:

a) Get a roommate. While the obvious choice, it does little to solve the "throwing money away" issue.

b) Buy an apartment/house. A better idea, but I would have to live with parents for a few months to save up enough money for a down payment.

c) Get a rich girlfriend. Not realistic and purely imaginary. But I can't help but to think what would happen if I and Ally were to start going out. Afterall, her family is very well-off.

2) Graduate school: I have looked at catalogs for MBA programs and found one that I really like. I also know my employer would pay 100% of the tuition. Here is the thing - the average age of students in the program is 27. Not only will I be "the little kid" there, I can most certainly forget about finding a girlfriend while I'm at it. How pathetic: I evaluate an educational program based on my chances of finding a girlfriend there.

3) The Ally Situation: I just don't get her. I could-have, perhaps, maybe, would-have considered asking her out if she would just stop acting weird. After knowing her for 4 months I still can't predict what she will do or say. So far I can describe her as: not open minded, an air head, slightly delusional, independent and indifferent, totally lacks any understanding of relationships. On the other hand, sometimes she shows a more caring and softer side, but again that is rare and unpredictable. She says she is a "hopeless romantic", but I think she is just as much a "hopeless romantic" as I am a German fighter pilot.

I don't think there are any options left but to wait for the next weekend and perhaps more beer and pizza to sort all this out.

The Profiles Series: Zee

I have decided to document some of the more interesting women I met in my life. Zee didn't really do all that much, but I consider her very important. Zee was my last big crush and also the first girl I officially asked out. She was also by far the most mysteroious girl I met.

Why I liked her: Well, first of all, she was just beautiful. No, not in the supermodel kind of way. Her simplicity was beautiful. She would wear flip flops, an old jacket, jeans, her short hair in a pony tail. I don't think she put on any make up. She had red/blondish hair, green/gray eyes, about 5'6. But really thats nothing compared to her personality. The way she behaved was just asking somebody to fall in love with her. For example, it was a cold fall evening, we were sitting on a bench in a park. She just was staring into the distance, and then she turns to me and asks something like "have you ever had a best friend?". So far I have not run into any woman that was as nearly as romantic as her.

Why I didn't like her: She said "no" :)

Why she was important: Zee started it all. I was so depressed by her rejection, I knew I had to turn my life around. I started working out and lost about 40 lb. A few months later I even asked my future ex out (hmm future ex .. that doesn't sound quite right). Of course more about her in the next post.

By popular demand: photos of nature and cuddly animals

Somewhere on Long Island

Nintendo World Store grand opening

Post-Collegenism: Chapter 1 - The Ally Situation

"Thank you, thank you, it was all my fault."

It all started a few weeks after my breakup. Just looking around people's blogs I came accross hers and instantly became attracted to this girl from my school. Yet, there was only a tiny picture of her face and a whole lot of writing. A picture may say a 1000 words, but seeing a person in real life says a billion words. So when I saw her I didn't actually find her all that attractive. I mean I have definatelly seen worse, but I've also seen (and dated) better. So, the initial dillema was: I'm not exactly the hotest guy myself, why am I being so picky? But that's hardly a reason to date someone. So I decided to steer things into "friends mode" quickly and hope to just keep it that way.

Not so fast. The first side effect of slowing things down was that she became even more interested in me. She would call me up practically every day saying she wanted to see me. I agreed and on a few occasions did meet with her when it was convinient for me to do so (compare that with my girlfriend who I would meet at any time, in any situation, rain, snow, or whatever).

Then there is the fact that when I talk to women I sometimes end up inadvertantly falling into "boyfriend mode". That means saying little things that make them feel good. I can't help it. And "not calling often". Not calling is sooooo easy when you really don't feel like calling (surprise, surprise). But in the end, instead of pushing her away, this only made her more attracted to me.

So now the new dillema is maybe it's a good idea to go for somebody not-that-attractive who is really interested in me, rather than somebody attractive who isn't. I decided to invite her to an event on Wednesday, because it would be better than to go alone. But really she borders on the line between being girlfriend material and not being attractive enough. I just don't know what to do.

Kryptonite

Now that I graduated from college I have decided to clean up my table a bit and throw out most of the old garbage. I also went on a book-selling spree and made over $100 so far. Anyway, back to the garbage. I knew there existed a certain item somewhere in the general table area that would hurt me if I were to touch, look, or even think about it (did I mention I am a very sentimental person?). So think like kryptonite for Superman. At the same time I have been having trouble sleeping recently knowing it's only a few feet away from me. So I finally decided to make a surgical strike, locate the item and destroy it violently.

I began by removing a heavy dictionary, followed by a bunch of old PC magazines, computer parts, cables and weird boxes. Yet it was nowhere to be found. I proceeded to look on the bottom of the shelf where there were a bunch of playbills and a Canadian coin I muse have misplaced after my last trip there. And then there it was - stuck inside one of the playbills - the first love letter from my ex-girlfriend. It was the only item hidden from the world well enough that it escaped the initial massacre or exile of ex-related items in the first few days. I proceeded to rip it into multiple pieces and shove them into a garbage bag. Whew.

A sad day in dining history

An approximate reconstruction of the scene at the restaurant after I ate the jalapeño.

Starving artist, eh?

Found a link to this on Karen's blog ....

Starving Artist You are 42% Rational, 14% Extroverted, 42% Brutal, and 71% Arrogant.

You are the Starving Artist! You are more intuitive than logical, and are primarily guided by your heart and emotions. You are also very introverted and gentle. Of course, this does not mean that you do not have an ego. In fact, you are surprisingly arrogant for someone so emotional and gentle. This is why you are best described as a starving artist. You are very introspective and quite sure of yourself, as any accomplished artist is, yet your views are impractical, emotional, and overly gentle. You probably find math, logic, and similar intellectual pursuits offensive to your artistic sensibilities, and you prefer the open-endedness of artistry because then you know you can never truly have a wrong answer. So really you have no reason to be arrogant, you big doofus, because the skills you value (emotion, spirit, art, etc.) in yourself are valuable only on a subjective level, meaning your arrogance is purely masturbatory. In short, your personality is defective because you are arrogant, introverted, introspective, gentle, and thoroughly irrational...posessing most of the traits needed to be a starving--and useless--artist. So get out there, write a few short stories that are allegories for the spirit, and starve! To put it less negatively: 1. You are more INTUITIVE than rational. 2. You are more INTROVERTED than extroverted. 3. You are more GENTLE than brutal. 4. You are more ARROGANT than humble. Compatibility: Your exact opposite is the Capitalist Pig. Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Haughty Intellectual, the Televangelist, and the Emo Kid. * * If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you could very well go either way. For example, someone with 42% Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well. Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored near fifty percent for certain traits. The other personality types: The Emo Kid: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble. The Starving Artist: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Bitch-Slap: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble. The Brute: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Hippie: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble. The Televangelist: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Schoolyard Bully: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble. The Class Clown: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Robot: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble. The Haughty Intellectual: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Spiteful Loner: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble. The Sociopath: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Hand-Raiser: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble. The Braggart: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Capitalist Pig: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble. The Smartass: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 23% on Rationality You scored higher than 12% on Extroversion You scored higher than 47% on Brutality You scored higher than 82% on Arrogance

Crunpson! I am probably a robot

Because I can't make out what that freaking image says! As much as I love the idea of captchas, these things are getting a bit ridiculous.


crunpson

Oh, I almost forgot to whine about my weekend

Could it be true? I had a first busy weekend since January? Naaaah. I just got lazy.

So my illness has been getting better, although I still feel sick at random times. Hmm. I watched a few movies in preparation for my summer lifestyle. Let's see:

Alien vs. Predator: 6/10 (hey, it's way better than Alien Resurrection or Alien 3).
Texas Chainsaw Massacre: 8/10 (this movie would be even scary without the chainsaw. If Texas is anything like that, I'm never going there, lol)

But the big news is that the girl (Ally) really has a crash on me. If you need more info on the subject, read my GAFC post here. So is it time to bring out the champagne and cigars for LD? No, sorry. I really don't like her that much. I DO like her friend Elizabeth, but she could care less about me. It's always like that. And the girls from upstairs. I just love how they make so much noise and blast their music sometimes. Just think about it, one of them could be sleeping on top of me! I mean 10 feet on top of me .. and separated by the concrete ceiling.

Here I should write something about how life is unfair, but that would make my blog too cliché.

Women's Holiday Escalation

OK, first let me say that I'm not some misogynist bigot and I love women, especially those from my family. However, due to my unique cultural position, I am forced to celebrate not one, not two, but three so-called "women's holidays". Those are: Valentines Day, The International Women's Day (March 8th), and Mother's Day. And while I don't mind buying flowers on all 3, I think it might be one too many. Two would be OK. One would be perfect.

Moshzilla!

Came across this today. It was simply too funny not to post here.


Moshzilla!

Most bizzare song-in-a-movie recognition

They laughed when I told them I had 40 GB of songs in my iPod. Well, today I was watching Da Ali G Show, and there is a point at which borat gets out of a black BMW at night prior to going to "Striptease Mon Amour". The song that is playing on the car stereo (for only 2 seconds while the door is open), is Greece 2000 - Three Drives. It's found on Man With No Name's Teleportation album.

I'm glad I have a blog, otherwise how would I let people know about this stuff?

Tuesday Night Fever

Yeah, in addition to everything else, I also got myself sick. When you have a fever everything feels weird and disconnected. Maybe it's stress or alergies, or something else. Who knows.

I'm Getting Anthropic on Myself

Why do I do the things I do? Because if I didn't I would not be here thinking and writing about them.

Really. That's the only way I find to rationalize my actions. Today I ran into a girl from one of my classes from a year ago. She smiled at me and said Hi. What a sweet person. She was one of the people I considered asking out before I asked out my now-ex. So we talked about a few things and then said bye to each other. Then I run into her again, what a coincidence! Again we talk, this time for much longer. It's great. And then it's time for me to go so I just say bye and go. Woohoo, we got a winner! Not.

Reasons why I didn't even ask her for her phone number:

1. Does she even remember/know my name? I remember her's.
2. It would be just totally out of context. I only talked to her for 10 minutes, now I'm asking her for her phone number?
3. I don't really know her.
4. I kind of like "that other" girl already (worst excuse ever, I know).
5. The usual doubts about asking somebody out
   
6. She's not my type a.k.a. I'm Just Not That Into Her
   
7. More doubts as a side-effect of the recent breakup
8. Why am I romantically interested in every women I meet? I should just relax and stop being so desperate.
9. I'm not her type
10. Am I nuts??? I am here to get a bunch of papers signed, not find a date!

So there, in case you are wondering why men aren't asking you out, here are just some reasons.

As far as why I should have asked her out:

1. THIS COULD VERY WELL BE THE LAST TIME I SEE HER EVER, SINCE WE ARE BOTH GRADUATING.

The good thing is these sort of events are getting more frequent. It's good because sometimes I just loose it and "go for it". Didn't happen today, but stay tuned.