joeyontheguitar

I’ve watched maybe one or two episodes of How I Met Your Mother in my life, and up till now I’ve told myself that I would catch up on all of them.

I started the first episode yesterday, and I just finished the second episode. I’ve heard through the vine that HIMYM is perhaps less satisfying now than it used to be (which may or may not be true), but ignorance is bliss. I don’t care, because I’m falling in love with this show.

Does that sound corny? It might be. And I couldn’t be more okay with that.

Simple: If you’re in a relationship, you don’t fuck around with other people. If you’re single, you can sleep with whomever you damn want. I’m right, I hope?

I’m single. I’m allowed to sleep with whomever I wish. Just because I sleep with someone doesn’t mean I’m suddenly barred from sleeping with someone else. I might not sleep with a specific person, my decision filtered by my own discretion, but that’s my own choice. No one should tell me what I can do. Er, I mean, whom I can do.

If right now you’re thinking, “Joey, I can’t believe you said that!!”… think about what you would say if we were talking about YOUR escapades. Do you think it would be fair if I swooped down from the sky like some angel of chastity and told you that you couldn’t sleep with Van Doan? (Uh, assuming you wanted to sleep with Van Doan, of course… unless you’re Van Doan and you’re reading this, in which case I guess we’ll choose… Jessica Alba?) Or would it be more fair if I talked to you like an adult and trusted your ability to choose with whom you wanted to sleep?

I hope you chose the latter. Because I don’t really want to be your angel of chastity, okay? :P

Also… Mistakes from last night

1. Point-blank asked Lisa Christensen to marry me. She said yes. (Don’t worry, this isn’t real, but if this were Vegas, I might have had a wife by now.)
2. Told Michael Ngo I think he’s cute. Now he has the psychological advantage over me… fucking bastard.
3. Tried to write a Tumblr post drunk, eating microwaveable White Castle burgers. Don’t write angst-filled Tumblr posts drunk, kids.
4. Saw my crush yesterday. Freakin’ makes me get all nervous and everything. :(

Yeah… that’s about it… I think.

I’m writing a hard news story for my Journalism class. It’s not going well, so it’s time to Tumblr.

So I was going to class today, and after walking through the door into Giedt, I held the door for the guy after me… because, of course, that’s what nice people do. Guy just sails through the door like he’s Bono. Doesn’t hold the door for himself. Just sails through. Well, actually, halfway through his sailing, I decide, fuck it, I’m not holding the door for this guy. So I let go and it hit him. LOL but anyway.

I wonder why someone would think that they shouldn’t have to touch the door as it’s being held for them. They could be a super nice person, but this behavior baffles me. This is also generally the type of person who doesn’t say “thanks” for your effort.

Same thing with those times when you stop in your car to let someone cross the street. Dane Cook said that he gets pissed if he doesn’t see that little wave — you know, that little wave as if to say, “Thanks, you’re the best.” I get pissed too. Please, just do the wave. Do it — otherwise you’re an asshole. JK… no but seriously.

:D

So I turned on the TV, and Keeping Up With The Kardashians was on. (Alright, that’s a lie — I switched to it because I like drama sometimes, okay??)

Anyway, so apparently the dad, Bruce, is hard of hearing (literally) so he didn’t hear his wife, Kris, when she told him to pick up the girls from school at 2:30. It’s 3:15 at the moment, so Bruce is like, “Shittt….”

Bruce drives the Escalade to the girls’ school. The girls are sitting outside looking glum. They enter the car looking pissed off. Bruce is like, “Okay, let me have it…” because he knows he fucked up (LOL). Then one of the girls says something like, “Dad, oh my god, we had to wait outside for, like, AN HOUR!”

An hour. An hour?!?!?

WTF, I HAD TO WAIT AFTER SCHOOL FOR AN HOUR EVERY DAY FOR SIX FREAKIN’ YEARS!!

AND I DIDN’T GET PICKED UP IN AN ESCALADE… I GOT PICKED UP IN A FREAKIN’ DODGE DURANGO!

Do we need to be reminded that a lot of people don’t have schools outside which to wait, much less picked up in cars, Durangos or otherwise?

Oh, right, maybe I need to stop complaining too…

/first world problems blah blah