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Tuesday, July 31, 2007  
Chairman of the Bored
Those who have known me for a while know that I have been a professional bachelor for quite a long time. This meant I was relegated to entertaining myself what with my obsessions with TV and movies and other forms of entertainment, feigning a respectable GPA at UCLA and hanging out with the the oft neglected battalion of the olden days. However, now that I'm in a happy relationship with a great girl it seems that I've forgotten how to entertain myself on my own when she leaves for extended periods of time. "Goin' steady" as the kids say (30 years ago) has presented me with new fun things to do...I won't go into what those things are....but I prefer them to being on my own. The point is is that my girlfriend has been traveling for 6 weeks and I have been forced to entertain myself. The trouble is, I've forgotten how.

Most of my friends have found something the natives call a "job" and so aren't as readily available to amuse me as they were in high school so the option of the old dinner and a movie hang out night is usually saved for weekends. On weekdays, however, I'm left to my own musings. I'm left with a class in which the professor proclaimed, "I don't want to lecture you too much because I don't want to force too much information on you. I don't wanna stress you guys out." Translation: don't study. As a result, I must find myself a job for the next year and in the remaining time, do something else. My Netflix and my DVR have been collectively punishing my pupils as I've been watching shitty movies left and right that I've either rented or recorded. I think I'm up to a grand total of 41 movies watched in the past six weeks. These movies range from old classics like Die Hard to modern blockbusters like Die Hard 2. Out of all those movies I'd say about 9 or 10 of them have been actually worth my time, i.e. 4 or 5 stars on Netflix. The rest? You're seeing fewer stars than Lindsay Lohan taking a sleigh ride in the magic white powder. (What does that even mean?) Pathetic? Yes. Deplorable? Yes. Pathetic? Yes.

It seems I've forgotten how to adequately manage my self-entertainment. Too much of a sort of good thing is pretty horrible. The rest of my time has been spent with my old compatriots (shout-out to the BH crew wut wut!) and reading. My eyes are still bloodshot from my Harry Potter binge reading sesh (yeah I say sesh) from a week ago. Now, I've been called and have accepted my status as a momma's boy but have always been able to amuse myself...I'm an only child after all. That's what they're supposed to do right? But I've never been labeled as a dependent relationship guy...mainly because I've...never had a relationship. The high I've felt as a result of being in such a fun relationship has had a chemical effect on my brain that being away from it for so long has caused my brain to go into a sort of withdrawal. The narcotics aren't being injected into the veins anymore, and my body can't remember what to do without it. I don't know if that's a sign of a good thing, a sad thing, a happy thing, a sweet thing, a sappy thing, a lame thing or all of the above.

The point is, I've become a cheesy guy as a result, but it's made me better as well as leaving me with the same personality I've always had, whether you like it or not, just with a few augmentations. All you single guys are probably rolling your eyes right now (I was you for a very long time and I would be rolling my eyes as well) and the single girls are either going "Aaaw"...or rolling your eyes as well.

In any case, I'm going to work on watching and deleting more movies from my DVR until my girl comes back and I have a purpose once again.
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