The Nudge

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Sorry about failing to post yesterday...computer hiccups...but as I poignantly remarked to Jessi, The sun did rise this morning, albeit surprisingly.

The days grow more bizarre, I swear. Today I walked into Spanish
class (late as usual-it's just my style) and as I made a big production of
looking for a seat, trying my best to strike a delicate balance
between brooding and playful naiveté , spliced with a hint of
unkemptness, a young debutante whispered rather loudly, "Michael!
Michael!"

I looked back and saw a charming coed who I avow I've never laid eyes on in my life.
It was surreal, and the remainder of the class was spent in a dreamy
state of euphoria meshed with confusion. How did I know this girl?
Rather, more importantly, how did she know me?

A Dismissed Theory-
Drinking. This has happened before, as I become a social butterfly of
sorts with the aid of alcohol, a societal lubricator (if you will). But
since I've been on the straight and narrow here at Texas State, alas,
alcohol was not the answer.

A Plausible Theory-
Manic depression. My moods oscillate between reclusive tendencies and
extroverted hyper activity. Perhaps in a hyper state I might have
told her I was a race car driver, or perhaps a glass blower from Wales. This
theory holds slightly more credence then the aforementioned.

Reality… Far Exceeding My Wildest Hopes (for a change!)
The lass, as it turns out, is a reader of the one and only Daily Rice. It seems that my electronic lasso has finally paid off and now, with
minimal effort, I simply have to toss these words into cyberspace and
the girls will come to ME! Finally, confirmation my little monster of
a project here has not been in vain. And they say if you can reach
just one person.

Last night everyone (Dan, Sam, Lauren, Anna, Megan, Jessi, Corrie,
Austin-everyone who's anyone that is! Apology submitted in advance)
saw The Grudge. Or as I like to call it, The Yawn. Or maybe even,
say, The Nudge. As in nudge me back awake since I can't stay awake
through this dreadfully blasé movie.

The film was a disjointed collection of scary images, comprised mostly of a young boy making a scary face around the house. Yeah, that's basically what happens EVERY TIME I SEE MY BROTHERS! If I want that, I'll go home and watch John "terrify Bill and Austin."

Alright, I'm spent. What a day. Not from the blog-I can
put these things out with my eyes closed. It's just, yeah. It is
what it is. Or, as Derrida says:
That that is is and that that isn't isn't.

Tonight, RUSHMORE! You know who you are!