March!

Am I the only one frightened by the arrival of March? It came so fast. Frightening.

Well my life has been going amazingly well lately. I just feel incredible.

I got an interview with College Humor to be a summer intern! I just have to send in a resume! It's a bit of a ways off, but still very exciting, considering working for College Humor combines everything I love: comedy, film, sketches, and partying really hard on weekends.

I was really emotional last night for some odd reason. The lesson to be learned? Don't sing "Summer Of 69" at a Kareoke party. Well, if you have to sing it, don't go off on this tangent:

"Summer of 69 guys. Does he really care about the fact that his band broke up? Not really. That doesn't really matter in the end. But that girl? She's the only thing that really matters to him. The biggest mistake he ever made was breaking up with her! Don't give up on the one you love guys."

It will get a laugh, but then it will fill everyone with fear and hope and sadness and love-aching.

Thursday also kind of sucked because I wanted it to be much more epic than a normal Thursday night can be. Now I have no problems with having a chill night. But when I expect awesomeness it can be hard to just stay inside. Ahh well.

Back on Wednesday...Man Wednesday was a great night. Daniel and I got out of Storytelling Strategies very early. Early enough to go to Nights of Our LIves. So we did! It was great. I really like Daniel. I got down on him last semester, but he really is an amazing dude. He's a great guy to just talk with about your feelings, because he's really in-tuned with his. He's observational. I can't really get into it, but we talked about a pair of friends of ours, and it really illuminated a lot about them that I had not realized, which in turn got me to think about what a relationship is, and what it should be.

After this chat, we went to the show. It was a wonderful Nights of Our Lives. Anthony Atamanuik's story was so demented and wonderful, and Joe Mande's story was brilliant, but I think it was Gethard's story that stuck with me the most. While I don't think it was his funniest story, the ending of it really affected me. He started it off talking about how after his book was published he got really depressed for a while, and then started taking Brazillian Jujitsu classes. He entered this tournament, and was crushed by another dude, ending with his elbow being pulled out of socket. And then, that guy who destroyed him was choked out in 30 seconds by a 15 year old. The thing that really hit me was he summed it up by basically saying, "I think the thing I learned about myself is...even if I'm struggling and getting my ass kicked, even if I'm losing, I'm not depressed. It's only when the fight is over that I'm out of it." It's one of those things that's hard to explain, but I get it. And yea, even if you're losing at battle, at least you're still fighting.

Women are like Colleges

Women are like colleges.

I did not watch the Oscars. Instead I decided to have fun.

But when I got back from doing things that are enjoyable, I noticed that the Oscars were about the only thing anyone twitted about while I was away (being happy). As a result, I realized I not only had a much better time than everyone who watched the Oscars, but I now also know everything there is worth remembering about the Oscars via twitter. Such as:
1. Its bullshit Sean Penn won
2. Sophia Lauren was there
3. Beyonce was associated with something boring
4. Adrien Brody did something very cunt-y

This note could have been a lot shorter and gotten the same message across if I just said "if you watched the Oscars fuck you."

left nostril

I am a little sore and not hungover. Awesome!

What a night. Well, not a night like Friday was a whata night. But an odd little chestnut of a night no less. I think it's just time to stay away from 3rd North for a while. Shit just gets too...it's a weird place. I don't want to become too much of a personality there, too known. Hayden, I like being at Hayden. I love being a Hayden personality. It's not that hard actually, at least for me. All you have to do is befriend the other Hayden personalities, and then they decide you are something (in my case the funny guy who likes improv and 40's), and then you get to be cool with Ricky.

I wish I could go to Shake Shack before class today. Shake Shack and then Improv and then ASSSSCAT?

I realized the other day that I haven't gone to the Shack since I got here. I also realized that I don't go to UCB shows to "make myself feel better" lately, I just go because I want to see them. I feel like that is the fundamental difference between these semesters. Last semester I was doing a lot to make myself happy, this time I'm just living. Last one, I'd go see Rueben Williams because I needed to, this time I just really want to. Conclusion: I was not all together last semester.

Well I went over the allotted time I gave myself to blog today. Now I'll never have time to go to Shake Shack before improv! GRRRR!!!

"Hipster" vs "Punk"

Well Hipster is obviously the new Emo, which was the new Goth, which was the new Punk. But what's interesting to me about this new era is the strong denial of being. Punks in 77 didn't walk around with spiked hair saying "i'm not a punk". But hipsters strongly deny being a hipster. There is no pride. Why can't we change this?

Desert Island Discs in an iPod World

I was writing a list of the ten records I would take on a desert island for a sound class just now. But as often happens during events that inspire essays, I started thinking. What is the point of a desert island list in an iPod world?

It's essentially unpractical. Odds are that if you land on a desert island, you were in a plane that crashed. And the odds are even higher that if you were on a plane, you had your ipod with you.

I guess a more relevant question would be, "if you just got a brand new ipod, and you don't have any music backed up on your computer, and you were going to go on a flight across the country, and you had a sneaking suspicion that your plane was going to crash and you would be stuck on a desert island, what would be the first ten albums you load onto your computer?"

Weird WEEK!

I was sick all week basically. It sucked balls.

BALLS I TELL YA!

I slept like...a lot.

Yippee Yo? Yipee yay

Today was a good day with weird moments, but the day is done and I look back at it positively.

Ate a sandwich at Rubin, then talked to my dad about how it's bullshit that they don't start serving lunchy things (other than sandwiches) at NYU dorms on Sundays until 3-ish. He told me one day I'd like breakfast, and then I had this idea for a sketch about a guy who is okay with working for a big corporation and having kids, but promises he will never become "one of those guys who likes breakfast."

I love talking to my dad on the phone. He is always really enthusiastic, and puts me in a good mood. Except for one time I got a text from him that said "my house is empty and my thoughts are dark." I called him to see how he was doing. He then texted me later that day, "you know what I like about you? You're truly genuine. It keeps me going on dark days like this."

that was an odd tangent, but my dad is great! I really love him.

Improv class was great today! I really like my teacher, Jeff Hiller. He is amazing, really funny, really helpful, really nice. I really love doing improv.

I've been feeling great lately; however, tonight I have a very strong feeling that a shit storm is going to ensue, within the next 4 months, probably around April. What type of shit storm? A shit storm of the romantic triangle breed. I can't exactly say who will be involved. I am not even sure if I will be a prominent figure or just a supporting character. But something will go down. I can feel it.

Speaking of things I'm predicting, I would like to announce my plans to make out with Katie Sullivan. Katie lives in Hayden. A close friend of mine (Zoe) called Katie the "most beautiful girl in Hayden", the "female Skye". Zoe made it seem like it would be impossible. I disagree. To prove this to her (but mostly...i dont know), I shall attempt to make out with her.

Chelsea peretti

I think I want to marry someone like Chelsea Peretti. She seems awesome.

Valentines day was a horrifying day. Looking back, it took forever, had a lot of horrifying moments, and was just generally awkward.

Things have been kind of crazy lately. I feel like I've become a totally different dude, and by that I mean I am a confident dude that can "get with the ladies". Being friends with Zoe and Skye was probably one of the best decisions ever.

pictures

I should put some pictures here.

I kinda wanna switch to tumblr.

This Blog is awesome

I under treat you Dolphin Habitat. My notes are just so much more noticed, but I still love you.

I think this is gonna be a diary now. Or just a "document of awesome shit that happened.