Facebook has consumed me (and my soul)

The title pretty much says it. Blogs no longer captivate me anymore. I can update just basic information from my life, but I don't think people would really care. Basically: finals and papers suck.

Complete Badasses

This isn't much of a writing update for this blog, but I am posting a link to the sweetest picture ever. Enjoy. Oh, and here is the original.

Do I have to make every post title a question?

Yeah yeah, so it's been a while. Eat me. There's been a lot of shit going on, so I haven't had a whole lot of time for an update. Hmm, where should I begin?

The Jazz Band concert Friday night was awesome. It was the first time for us to have it in Laurie Auditorium, and I hope we can do it there again. It was nice to have real lighting and sound (no offense to the Ruth Taylor folks or anything). I think it really added a lot to performance. It's a shame that none of my non-music friends made it, but maybe some can be persuaded/forced next semester. After the concert, I went to Rebar with some of the band folks. Captain Morgan was there and he gave us free drinks, and I won a t-shirt! Drunkeness and good times at the apartment followed.

Saturday afternoon, I, like many others, found out the great news that Foglesong got a job here in SA and is moving back. It's always good to get another Lambda class member back in town. You guys are the shit.

That night was Nightmare on Belknap, and I think it's pretty safe to say it was a great party and that Sancho and I had the best costumes (Luigi and Mario, respectively). I want to give a big thanks to everybody that helped with setup, because the house looked friggin awesome. I'm sorry that I couldn't help with it, but I had the aforementioned Jazz Band concert at that time.

Sunday was a long ass day. I got up at around 7:30 to go churchin' with Ms. Hime, and then everybody in the Wind Ensemble had to meet in Laurie at 10:15 for our concert at 3:00. No, that isn't a typo. We had to meet almost 5 hours early for a fucking concert. Argh. Anyways, the concert went alright, and I played well, so it's all good.

The week has been pretty standard thus far (with the exception that most weeks are sans lovin). Doc's midterm, crapload of French homework, practicing (yet still having a shitty sax lesson). Maybe I need more sleep. Who cares.

This week, I have decided to adopt the Sancho Diet, however. This consists of either eating 33 cent Manchuran Instant Lunch or a bacon sandwich. Mmmmm.

Voyons...oh right, two nights ago, we told Bobby to drink some Febreze and he did. He boasted that he tasted like dryer sheets. Frisby later confirmed this after Bobby burped in her face. Good times.

WTF, why did I just type Voyons? I'm losing it.

Anyway, it's time for me to go listen to Xing Wen talk about how awesome Chinese people are at writing and painting while drunk. I swear to God this is the best/easiest class ever. There are no tests!

- Zach

Have I Become a Non-Partier?

Recently, I had the pleasure of sitting and having a nice, lengthy conversation with someone. At one point in the conversation, however, she made the acute observation that I didn’t “seem like a partying kind of guy.” At first, I was taken back by this statement, almost offended, but not really. I was mostly just pleasantly surprised by her honesty. However, since that comment, I’ve really been thinking it over, and maybe I’m not a partying kind of guy, at least not anymore.

Naturally, when the comment was made, I defended myself immediately. I recounted how when I was a freshman I would party just about every night with the I Chi’s, whether at the house or at the infamous North Row. And then even when I wasn’t doing something with them, I still got out or did something.

What has really changed since then? Has the excitement, the freshness of it all disappeared? Is the prospect of doing nothing more than getting drunk and having a good time not enough for me anymore now that I’m 21?

I know my lack of partying hasn’t been for the sake of scholastic achievement, because I still have only so-so grades and shitty attendance. I know it’s not that I’ve grown tired of the people, because the people that are and have always been at the parties are still fucking great and fun to be around. Oh, and I know for damn sure that I haven’t grown to dislike beer, because well, I seem to ritualistically have that every day anyway.

Given this, I can only assume the problem lies with me and me alone. Am I anti-social? I don’t think that I am, but it’s possible. There are of course times when I just feel like chilling by myself or relaxing to some music or TV or whatever, but who doesn’t feel like that sometimes? There are also times when I really crave social interaction and feel the need to get out and see people, talk to people, if only for a little while.

Maybe my problem is that most of the time, I sweat the small stuff. “Oh no, I don’t want to drink so much that I’ll have to worry about a ride home. Oh no, I don’t want to only get five hours of sleep tonight. Oh no, I don’t to get sick or anything.” I’m pretty sure if the Freshman Zach encountered Senior Zach at a party, he would ridicule him and then throw something at him out of principle.

Anyways, sorry for making people read this shit. I just felt the need to get it off my chest. The next entry will hopefully less whiny.

- Zach

procrastination?

*Note: This is the second time I've had to type this crap as I was not aware that hitting Preview and then the back button would friggin erase everything*

Well, here we go again. Another goddamn blog. I must admit, I've been following about 10 blogs for the last several months, and I've started to feel like a bit of a mooch for not "contributing" to the little community here, so I think I'll give this whole blog thing another shot.

Ok, that's a big lie. I just need another way to procrastinate.

Anyway, like I said, I've been reading several blogs for a while now, and I've noticed that some have lasted much longer than others, with the average blog probably only lasting a couple of weeks or 3-4 posts. Why is this? The answer is all about ease of gathering material versus entertainment and thoughtfulness.

For example, a blog that merely details your everyday life would be very easy to write about, but after a while, it gets old for the readers. Well, it gets old unless your readers are stalkers or unless you happen to be one interesting motherfucker. Like an assassin. Or a porn star. Or maybe a porn star assassin (either one who assassinates porn stars or an assassin that does porn, you can pick).

Another type of blog is the catharsis blog. There are things that piss you off or things you resent, so you vent your frustrations through your posts. Again, this is kind of cool for awhile, but after so long, you just sound like you're angry all the time (even though you're not), which will eventually turn away readers. This type of blog is doomed to eventually run out of material, because even the most anal, irritable people have only so many pet-peeves.

The final basic type I've noticed is just the average opinion-driven blog. For me, these are the ones I really enjoy reading, because they typically have a bit of thought put into them yet are still entertaining. It's not uncommon for such entries to go on for several pages, so it is a little inconvenient to readers just hoping for a quick distraction between AIM away messages and donkey porn. However, there is one major pitfall for this type of blog. Once you make those first few really intelligent posts (usually in rapid succession), a certain expectation is created. Eventually, the whim of posting your thoughts fades, and it becomes harder and harder to write posts that surpass or even come close to equalling your first posts. At that point, writing in your blog becomes too much like a job, so you just give up rather than disappoint your readers with something subpar.

What kind of blog will this be? I haven't really decided, but due to my nature, it will probably be a mix of all three.

- Zach

(Oh btw, I'm not a baseball fan, but fuck the Yankees)