The Beckys

Ninth grade was a miserable time to exist.

To start off, I really hated gym class. The entire high school was mixed up and divided for the class throughout the day, so I had to deal with more annoying seniors than usual. I was a little shorter, a lot fatter, and had absolutely no enthusiasm for where I was. A few weeks into the semester, these two senior girls, Becky & Rebecca, began to…interact (for lack of a better word) with me in the class. They were friendly to me. For forty minutes, two or three times a week, the Beckys pretended to be my friends, and for quite some time, I believed them. Once, I was out of school for a week with the flu. When I returned, they had made a little "get well soon" card for me. The way they talked to me, their voices sounded a little condescending, but I appreciated the sentiment. A month later, as we were leaving the class, I overheard them talking. “Score another point for the ego-boosters!” They weren’t interested in me. I was just an experiment, a lab rat to them.

Thanks for making a guy feel wanted!

I saw Becky once, just after she had graduated. She didn't recognize me, and I didn't say anything. I didn't see the point.

Progress.

Today I unofficially joined the local gym. I've ordered some decent, non-leather sneakers, and should have them by Tuesday. Then I can start. They have a kick-ass promotion going on, which means I'm going to save a bit of money. Right now, I'm reviewing all of the classes they have to offer. Say it with me: beefcake. BEEFCAAAAAAAKE!



Last weekend I went out and spent a giant wad of cash on clothes.

Clothes that...aren't black.

*dun dun dunnnnnnnnn*



Remember, ladies: red shirts are always the first to go down.

Yep, I just combined a Star Trek cliche with cunnilingual innuendo. Such is the power of my geekitude.

"Oh great, I'm awake!"

"What next, the sun and the rest of the day?"

- commedian Dana Gould.

Lynne and I were IMing the other day about job woes and a recent interview. She mentioned Bowie's happiness with his new job, that he 'looked forward to getting up in the morning.'

I wonder what that's like. For me, I've always looked forward to going to bed. Sleep has always been my sanctuary; too bad I have to be unconscious to attain it.