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The kind of heartbreak

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Well, since Mother Nature has decided to be raging bitch lately, and instead of some steady rainfall, we’re simply getting bursts of torrential downpour that are perfectly timed to be at the most inopportune times possible. It’s beautiful, sunny, and hot, while I’m at work (which, by the way, is the mind-numbing job I was so glad to have supposedly been relieved of), but 10 minutes into my commute home, the sky begins falling, and hasn’t really stopped; and the best part is that it flares up repeatedly, knocking out my satellite several times when all I’m trying to do is enjoy the All-Star game.

So, I resort to writing, since I’ve got a lot on my mind lately.

To some it may seem a little bit silly, but I’m not going to say that I’m not a little heartbroken over recent events, but admittedly, I am heartbroken. It’s not like I was in love with the girl, but I was certainly leaning in the direction of wanting to continue building a relationship before circumstances dictated otherwise. But it’s not the kind of heartbreak that results in crippling me into oblivion. Far from it. But it is still heartbreak nonetheless. And truth be told, I have felt a similar heartbreak in my life before; but it wasn’t caused by a girl.

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This is a story about a girl

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I sit down to write, and I am aware that it is a volatile state of mind in which I do so.  I brog a fairly open glimpse into the happenings of my life, for whom, I am not quite sure.  I do not know if four people read my site on a regular basis, or if it there are fifty, or if there are a hundred.  Mostly, I do this for myself, because it’s something I picked up in 2001, and after this much time of fairly regular writing, I just can’t bring myself to ever stop completely.  It’s like a pet, that no matter what, I can’t neglect it, even if it pisses me off.

For those of you who actually do read my writing, and have had difficulty reading in between the lines, here is a brief summary: a girl showed up on my long-dormant radar, there was a spark, a brief period of burning, and then it was subdued; and slowly suffocated.  And today, eight weeks later, extinguished.

And writing about it seems like a good idea, for some reason.  This is one thing I’m doing to cope with it, and move on.

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You know something . . .

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I am really not looking that forward to the next fourteen days, as sappy and pathetic that is going to make me sound.

Power’s out in ALL of Zombieland at the moment, and I’m more or less using my netbook to charge my phone to make sure the alarm goes off in the morning, and conveniently utilizing the internets access that comes along with it in order to post my lame emotional dribble.  I’m actually quite surprised at myself, and not certain why I’m sharing it with the rest of the world but the bottom line is that I may need some cranberry juice in the morning.

Geek chicks are overrated

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Tonight, I went to trivia with some friends, and had a good time.  Up until the last question, we were a point behind the leader, and lost due to the simple fact that I couldn’t remember the name “Agatha Christie.”  But I was certainly pleased and impressed with the wealth of random knowledge that our team was capable of knowing, and I’m pretty sure that we could win one of these days in the future if this were to become a legitimate reoccurring thing.

But anyway, this trivia was held at none other than a fairly obvious nerd hangout; the same place where I enjoyed a birthday party just days prior, filled with large TVs for people to play console games on, which kind of makes me question the legality, as well as several stations for people to play PC games, but most importantly, an impressive set up of Rockband for people to channel their inner rock stars.  All this in place, and the simple fact that I’m a notorious people-watcher, I’m watching the people come and go, play trivia and drink boozahol.  Naturally, this means I’m checking out the girls in the place, because that is what I do, being the sometimes-ronery, single male that is sort of thinking about the importance and desire to one day settle down.

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