Moldy Hair Guy @ MindSay

I had some words on my mind earlier.  I was going to piece them into a poem.

The words are still there but by now I'm not sure how I was going to fit them together.

I guess it's just one of those things.

Hah.

KOR-SAW

Things that are not surprising department:
-It's raining
-My computer is being slow
-I'm putting off doing stuff I told myself I would get to.

It's unfair to blame all the bad stuff about this summer on the rain... but easy, and something nobody would debate.

Last year was the Summer of Despair, this year has merely been the Summer of Wasted Potential.  All the bad weather, the unemployment, the non-social behavior, the creative swamp my brain became, and just general bitterness.  Kinda sick of it.  There was so much more I could've been doing and now only a few weeks remain.

I was having trouble registering for courses, but it's all been straightened out.  I'm not totally happy with my schedule and will probably rearrange it a few times, but at least I have a schedule at this point.  Yeesh.

There are some pretty girls out there in the world, maybe one of 'em needs company.

Keep on rockin'
-Still Scotto

The Beta Band is the soundtrack to a movie I've not yet written.

Where you at, motivation?

KOR-SAW

So, I've been thinking way too much about my own life lately, as always.

A girl I fancy has recently gotten back with her ex, or so the rumour goes.  Maybe not the only girl I'm into, but it does bring to mind the fact that I had plenty of shots and took none of them.

The obvious answer was my crippling fear of rejection.  I've heard "no" from girls' lips far too often that I can't even ask the question unless some force has told me beforehand that the answer is yes.

I haven't actually asked a girl out since 2005.  She said yes, for what it's worth, but the deal fell through, only adding to my paranoia.*

*Of course, I actually DID recently ask a girl out, and she said sure, but needed a raincheck.  I'll count it when I'm actually sitting with her over drinks.

It's ridiculous.  I can chat up girls at parties when I know I won't see them again, no problem. I'm not a social retard.  I'm just motherfucking insecure.  Somewhere along the way, someone did a number on me.

True story: First time I told a girl I liked her, in Grade 5, she ran off crying.  Didn't really set a good tone for all that was to follow.

I'm just kind of an irreparable fuckup.  I just need the kind of girl who would be forward enough to take action.

I'm rambling.  I need a drink.  Good night blog world.
KOR-Scotto

Please stop bullshitting everyone around you.

Great.

Keep on rockin - Scott

PS - That Dokken tag was so hilarious that I had to use it.  Thanks for the delightful randomness, MindSay.  I am indeed rockin' and there does seem to be a palpable lack of Dokken.