An apology for the slightly bizarre, if not meaningless, blog of yesterblog. But let us not speak of such things.
Nay, Luiz, respect my principles and cease to torture me with vain entreaties. Henceforth my life is another's.
Papa, I've no patience with the presumption of persons in his plebeian position. If he does not appreciate that position, let him be whipped until he does.
~The Gondoliers, Gilbert and Sullivan
Well the show went very well. And alas it is all finished, over and done with. Thank heavens:) However, while in the pit of doom, er I mean, the Orchestra pit, I had time to reflect upon many a thing.
We may recollect an embrace-I recollect
many-but we must not repeat them.
Then let us recollect a few!
(I fear I shall be quoting these silly opera for some time- please forgive me).
I have come to the unnerving conclusion that I am above all else an ascetic. That I perhaps live through Beethoven's quote "joy through suffering". I have simply decided that from now on the pursuit of knowledge shall be my goal- at least at this institution, and all else shall be on the sidelines, as it were- and as, no doubt, shall henceforth remain.
Oh, philosophers may sing
Of the troubles of a King;
Yet the duties are delightful, and the privileges great;
But the privilege and pleasure
That we treasure beyond measure
Is to run on little errands for the Ministers of State.
~just take a guess:-P
I watched Barbershop tonight, which was a fairly good film that had a good moral to it.
Oh haha. I have to tell this to you all. There is this guy (Pluto) above me who is a complete witling! Honestly. He told one of my good friends (Penelope), that my best friend (Athena)- whom I am inseparable from- and I are having sex. HAHA. What a dolt. Athena has a boyfriend, and I am gay. How the hell are we suppose to have sex? Pluto is such a dolt.
(these are of course not the real names:-P)
Oh yes, since we are on the names. If you can remember from long ago Chopin and Bach (who are practically the same person- but we shan't speak of such things), well I saw Chopin (I forget the who is who, but he is the adulterer). Of course he did not say hello, nor any good words, despite my attempt to be pleasant. It was as thought he did not see me. Which is of course fine by me. Because I could really careless.
Now thinking about this I have discovered why I do not go back to this vain gay meetings (Thursdays 6-7). Let us begin with perhaps the start...
In the begining there was God.
Perhaps too early. Let us fast forward to Last July.
My Uni set up a board online where people could start to meet people. Well I go and check it out and because this is a dorky dork school the topic consists of philosophical ramblings by half-wits. I go off to the Mother Country, and I return about 6 weeks latter and join again the forum.
At this point I also rediscovered Oasis.
I decided to post on the forum (for the Uni not here) if there were any gays coming to the school. Blah Blah BLah. Anyway, I get an email from Bach (not the guy who is a seducer) saying to IM him if I wanted to talk.
Well not having AIM, I simply kept the email and proceeded with life willy-nilly. As my site grew on Oasis, I am sure you will no doubt forget the entreaties begging, desiring, nay demanding people to IM me. In a matter of three weeks, no less, I became a AIM junkie. After several weeks I remembered that I had this guys IM so I say, "hey, why not?". So I IM him.
After talking to him- how easily AIM decieves one, I though him normal- I recieved another IM, I accept. After much ramblings and guess works he reveals that he is also a gay guy going to this UNI. Name: Chipin. (Hmmm. Things are starting to come together, no?).
Anyway, we exchange long AIM chats of many random topics. Yadda Yadda Yadda.
So now we fast forward to the first day of school. To say the very least I was excited. I could finally be open and find a guy etc. etc. etc.
God, looking back upon it how moronic could I have possibly been. To think that this Uni was the answer. So childish I was to. So ignorant. And how blissful. They say that ignorance is bliss, and it is, but to recollect ignorance- embarrassment.
Nonetheless, I met up with Chopin. We hit it off all right. Although I have a funny feeling about him. Anywhoo, he seduces me blah blah blah.
He then calls me up. and starts telling me how is going to get married over CHristmas break to his bf back in CT. I'm like, okay thinking "wako wako wako". Several days pass. Then I get a message on my cell. "This is what you have to do. Go to Alamo. Rent a car. Drive to Indiana and save me. I am at a football game with some guy I met online. And it is hell. Save me"
I ignore the message. And call him back the next day. He tells me nothing. He starts to call me his "best friend". I'm like- wtf!
I do not return his calls. I stop using AIM- the death machine. I accidently get back on one day (it was in the dock (MAC OS X)) he IMs me saying "we don't talk blah blah I am your best friend blah blah blah". I'm like, stupidity personified!
I never go to gay meetings. I stop talking to him. I go off IM for about two months. I go off Oasis. My life becomes horrible and tedious.
I have returned to Oasis. I return back on AIM. I have attempted to talk to him, but to no avail- I shall never talk to him again. Shall I return to the gay meeting?
Is this cycle meant to be repeated?