So, I was browsing the list of blog post “drafts” I had, and I found this one, wich simply contained a list of sex-related links. I don’t know quite where I was going with this, but some of the articles are rather interesting. So, I’ll just annotate them and leave them to you.
Intercourse and Intelligence: This article explores the correlation between one’s IQ and the likelihood that one is still a virgin. The data shows that the smarter the individual, the less likely they were at any given age to have engaged in various romantic interactions. According to this nifty chart, there is a 62% chance that I will still be a virgin at the end of college. The percentage of arts majors who are virgins isn’t any big surprise to me, the little sluts.
<http://www.gnxp.com/blog/2007/04/intercourse-and-intelligence.php>
Why Porn Turns Men Off the Real Thing: A rather intreaguing article about…well, what the title says. I’ve seen this talked about before from a radically different kind of source, so there might be something to it afterall. (I mean, if not for an endorsement of this idea on the Tucker Max Message board a bit ago, I’d dismiss this as crazy feminist ranting.)
<http://nymag.com/nymetro/news/trends/n_9437/>
Pornography and the End of Masculinity: Does porn cause violence against woman? This seems to be a slightly contradictory theory than the one presented in the abover article.
<http://www.alternet.org/module/printversion/62833>
Sex Dreams Equal 8% of Adult’s Dreams: Masturbation accounts for 6% of all reported dreams, if I’m reading this correctly. What the hell is up with that? You’re dreaming about fantasizing about someone…
<http://www.webmd.com/sex-relationships/news/20070614/sex-dreams-equal-8-percent-of-adults-dreams?src=rss_psychtoday>
Is Pornography a Catalyst of Sexual Violence?: Same general idea as #3.
<http://www.reason.com/news/show/123330.html?>
How Porn Ruined Sex: A recap of #2.
<http://jezebel.com/gossip/how-porn-ruined-sex/how-about-you-dont-come-on-my-face-on-the-first-date-333148.php>
Despite the amount of stuff I had in that draft, there doesn’t seem to be a whole lot of content here. Surprise surprise…
After a bit more talking, everything was resolved. Not exactly to my satisfaction, but that isn’t what’s important, exactly.
…that the girl I wrote ubout under has no romantic feelings toward the given friend. She also has none toward me. She has it for a guy she goes to college with, a guy she described as a manwhore and “an asshole” to everyone except her, because he wants to get in her pants. She said that guys like that were easier because breaking up was easy because she didn’t really like them in the first place. This is not the girl I fell in love with; that girl would never have advised me to be a quitter who intentionally set himself up for failure because it was easier than striving for actual happiness. I asked her to pick which relationship she was the happiest in, and it was the one where she picked the nice guy, the one she actually wanted, the one that just ended. I don’t know if I got through to her, I don’t know if I can. I just know that as her friend, I don’t want to see her go down a road like that.
…and I’ve had feelings for her for a long time, right? She’s my go-to girl; if I’m having a bad day or a problem or am just being unneccesarily emo, a few minutes of talking to her or IMing her later she’s put me right back on top of the world. She’s kind, she conciously seeks to improve herself, she’s smart, she’s beautiful, she is the perfect girl. During one of my cheer-up sessions (related to my lack of success with the ladies), she told me that if she “knew what she know now [when we had the conversation, a month or so ago] what she did when I initially asked her out [a couple of years ago], she would have said yes.” This sent a wave of joy through my heart, until the cold reality that she was dating a friend of mine came crashing in. I’m not the sort to steal a girl from a fellow man, I’ve had that happen to me too many times. Well anyway, that relationship came to a premature end due to some rather poor decisions made by said friend. I was at once glad and sad: glad for the newfound opportunity, sad for her loss. We spoke shortly after it happened, and she was devistated; this moved the “glad” emotion far to the back and any attempts to swoop down on her were shelved in the interests of human decency. She got better, and just as I was preparing to make my move, I get signals from her that indicate that she’s interested in another of my friends. I have no idea what to make of this. If I make some kind of effort to figure out what’s going on, I will either a) spook her or b) make her think I’m the jealous type, which I’m usually not (I like to think), and either way things will be weird between me and her and the aforementioned close friend. However, if I don’t find out, I’ll have the weight of uncertainty burdening my heart, like a midget sitting on my chest. I have no idea what I’m going to do, but it’s going to end up badly in any case.
He denies anything is going on, but if I heard him correctly they are at his house right now (11:00) watching a movie.
Check out this website, Don’t Stay A Virgin.
I was sure I wrote something about internet neutrality somewhere in here, yet I can’t find it?
Did I seriously consider this?
Perhaps…
I mostly just posted this to get that euphamism for Valentine’s Day into the English vocabulary. I made some crappy home-made Valentine’s cards for some females I know, and they were a mild success.
I paid my server bill yesterday. $60 bucks for a slice of internet anonymity and obscurity! What a bargain!
I know I haven’t updated this site in a while, that’s due to a few things. Exams were three weeks ago, and studying for those took up my pseudo-creative time. Then, the post-exam S.T.A.L.K.E.R. experience, which will be the subject of my next Games article. I still have to finish my essay for the U of M Honors College, and I have to read 200 pages of Great Expectations for A.P. English by the end of this four-day weekend. Top that off with more research into my senior project so I have some progress to report on Tuesday. So, all of the stuff that hasn’t been done is not going to be done anytime soon.
Sometime last week, my mother got all over me about the amount of clothes I have in my closet. I have no idea why this is, as it is she who buys all that shit. Regardless, I cleaned the shit out and I’m happier for it.
As I was going about the rest of my day, I decided it would be a good idea to start filling out college applications. It was determined that I would apply to colleges in order of likelihood of rejection, so I opened up the app that the folks at Harvard College were so kind to send me. As I was scanning the completed first page, I noticed an instruction at the top: “Type or write in black ink only.” Guess what colour pen I was using? Unless you thought something stupid like “A yellow gel pen,” you have a 50/50 chance of getting this right. Further hint: it wasn’t red. Being so fucked (”so” not being used as a discription of degree, but rather in it’s meaning as “truthfully”), I printed off copies of all 4 apps I needed to fill out. When this was completed, I was too weary to fill any of them out, so I determined to put them away. The desk being home to much in the the way of junk, I had to add it to the smaller, less mature dross-heap on my bedside table, where it can be overshadowed by the Mountain of Yet-to-be-read Books.
I realized that I have too much clutter in my life, and it would help me immensely if I tidied everything up for this last year in High School. Come, embark with me on my journey into clarity, efficiancy, and order (by clicking “More”).
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As I am unable to find employment anywhere in my area, I still “work” at the local Red Cross chapter. Well, today I noticed a very pretty new girl working there (as opposed to the very pretty girl who I had longed for previously).We worked in seperate rooms making phone calls, so we didn’t talk at all.
Whilst washing the dishes, I happened to spill a bit of water all over the front of my pants. Being slightly awkward about this, when New Girl came out into the front room to wait for her mother to pick her up (weird…but I’m sure she’s at least in High School…must be…) I went on making phone calls as if she weren’t there. This act was made even more dickish by the fact that I kind of got the feeling that she was waiting for me to say something.
P.S. This is Part 3 because one of the articles I have in queue was conceptualized before this, but I felt like writing this first because it happened today.
P.P.S. I almost lept ship to Blogger today, but realized it wasn’t worth it only slightly after creating a now-empty account. At least this lets me use paragraphs like an adult.
P.P.P.S. Edited to add: This doesn’t show paragraphs. Dammit.
