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.