2009

Did you like 2009?


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The year was bipolar as ever. Started badly; I got dumped on Valentine's Day. It got better as I started enjoying college for the first time and then it got really good in the Summer when I had my job, a trip to London followed by a couch-bender of Arkham Asylum and three seasons of Supernatural (I recently got the fourth and something very similar happened).

The fact that discovering Supernatural and playing Arkham Asylum were the best things about this year say a lot about it. I think overall though, I learned a lot about myself and I've a better idea of what I need to be doing.
 
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On the upside for 2009.......us black folks finally got a break with Obama taking over.


Not to get all political...but it was a huge thing for us. Even if it nevers happens again, just the fact that it happened once is enough for us.
No one will give you a break. Not a full one, anyways. :wink:
 
No one will give you a break. Not a full one, anyways. :wink:

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It's funny since neither Obama or myself are fully black.
 
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Stuff that happened in 2009:

Another full year of meeting girl after girl, becoming interested in them, and discovering they're already in a relationship, again and again, no matter the "odds". I've been increasingly pissed about this for the last few years, but this was the year when it officially drove me over the edge.

About five HUGE, very similar arguments with my dad about the above issue, where he FORGETS this is the case and asks why I'm so sad and if I want I girlfriend why don't I just go out and ask someone out. Came very close to destroying our relationship about twice.

Didn't get accepted into the Film program I wanted at University. Nobody I know did. They all settled with their second choice. I didn't. Try try again.

Got to talk on the phone to the CollegeHumor gang during the live All-Nighter. Four or five of the absolute best minutes of my entire life.

Novels: The Silence Of The Lambs, Red Dragon, American Gods, The Last Days Of Krypton, Contact.

A good friend of mine since age 14, one of the funniest, boldest and most exciting people I know, got drunk and drowned in the lake. Briefly brought a ton of my friends together, which was really something. It didn't last.

First work as a professional "actor". Great times and friends.

Out of nowhere, District 9 and Inglourious Basterds. I'd almost forgotten what a 10 in the theater felt like.

Told the girl I've loved for years, who's suddenly living in Toronto again, how I felt and did my best to prove myself several times. Succeeded in that I'm really satisfied with how I did it and don't have any regrets or if-I'd-onlys. But she's not interested that way. Except she still really likes me and still wants to be friends. Horrible. Not as horrible as it could be.

I predict that due to the above + Murphy's Law, I will start to meet single girls, who I WOULD have liked, only now won't care, because they don't hold up, and **** living like that. **** settling and **** shallow physical attraction. I'd rather be alone than settle. If there was one thing worthwhile about this awful year, it was deciding that.

As lackluster a Christmas as usual since my entire extended family moved away a couple years ago.

All the friends I care about being out of town on New Years'.
 
Another full year of meeting girl after girl, becoming interested in them, and discovering they're already in a relationship, again and again, no matter the "odds". I've been increasingly pissed about this for the last few years, but this was the year when it officially drove me over the edge.

About five HUGE, very similar arguments with my dad about the above issue, where he FORGETS this is the case and asks why I'm so sad and if I want I girlfriend why don't I just go out and ask someone out. Came very close to destroying our relationship about twice.

Considering my current situation, although my advice on the matter is still very sound and I can stand behind it in reasoning, I'd have to redact that advice based on the fact that my situation obviously screams "What the hell do I know?" ......

Also, the fact that your dad kept forgetting the fact sounds a lot like George Michael and his dad from Arrested Development and his stance on Ann. :lol:

Novels: American Gods

I started reading that too right before I left for my deployment. I only got to the third chapter before I left. I accidentally left the book in the car at the airport. So all I know is
that Shadow took the job and there's that weird scene with the hooker swallowing the guy with her vagina.
:shock:

Such a weird book....
 
I've resolved to have double the sexual encounters this year. So....two minimum.




I know. :cry:

I started reading that too right before I left for my deployment. I only got to the third chapter before I left. I accidentally left the book in the car at the airport. So all I know is
that Shadow took the job and there's that weird scene with the hooker swallowing the guy with her vagina.
:shock:

Such a weird book....

Pfft. You mean you didn't even get to the random chapter where
some guy has random gay sex with a fire demon
?
 
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I've resolve to have double the sexual encounters this year. So....two minimum.




I know. :cry:

I on the other hand am going the complete opposite direction and am trying to see how long I can go without sex (with partner or solo). Taking into account the fact I am still legally married and deployed with a lot of "not attractive" women, I'm good until summertime.

Once I get back, I wanna see if I can keep the streak alive and just go as long as I can.

It's like 40 Days and 40 Nights.........only not hilarious and more extreme in length and time.







We'll see how long this lasts.


Pfft. You mean you didn't even get to the random chapter where
some guy has random gay sex with a fire demon
?

No. No I did not.




Wow.
 
I on the other hand am going the complete opposite direction and am trying to see how long I can go without sex (with partner or solo). Taking into account the fact I am still legally married and deployed with a lot of "not attractive" women, I'm good until summertime.

Once I get back, I wanna see if I can keep the streak alive and just go as long as I can.

It's like 40 Days and 40 Nights.........only not hilarious and more extreme in length and time.







We'll see how long this lasts.


No solo either? I give you a week. I mean what else is there to do in the desert?




No. No I did not.




Wow.

It's at least twice as weird as it sounds from that description.

Yeah, plus it's never mentioned in the book again. It's like Gaiman was proofing his final draft and was like "You know what? **** it. I'm throwing this in there.".
 
Yeah, plus it's never mentioned in the book again. It's like Gaiman was proofing his final draft and was like "You know what? **** it. I'm throwing this in there.".

It makes as much sense as the
lady who eats a dude with her vagina
chapter. It does seem to work better as a separate little short story though.
 
No solo either? I give you a week. I mean what else is there to do in the desert?

Well fortunately I have a roommate who works the same random hours I do so you never know when you'll have the room to yourself. So there's always the "someone could walk in on you" deterrent.

But the plan is that everytime I think about doing it...I pick up a dumbbell and curl until I can't move my arm anymore.















I also can't believe I just discussed this aloud.
 

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