Crowdsurfing from epileptics.

Phew.

I am tired, or so it seems. I just got back from seeing that band I was telling you about, about an hour ago. Apparently they are called Rise Against btw. Whatever, I was close. Show was pretty great. I ended up with an all-access pass which was pretty excellent. Talk about feeling pretty boss. The only gripe I really had was that some of Rise Against's fans are really horribly lame. It's pretty much bro central. I can't count the amount of times I heard "dude I'm getting so fucked up after this" or "They don't drink? What faggots". Normally, I think it's pretty incessant to complain about bros, but there were just so many, and they were all so fucking obnoxious during the show. That, and I can't even count the amount of retarded high school underclassmen who apparently have never figured out a decent way to crowd surf, and as such, feel the need to kick and flail constantly.

Anyway, so I think it's really prudent to inform the five (and that's wishful thinking) readers of this blog that I am currently sitting in the most cliche example of a college apartment bedroom ever. Currently, I'm surrounded by a veritable cesspool of inactivity and developing alcoholism including, but not limited to:

An empty can of PBR that is at least three days old, wrapped in a free Smokey Bones BBQ beer cozy
A half empty bottle of Budweiser American Ale (which shouldn't really be a college cliche, because it's way too expensive for most college students)
A McDonalds cup that, a few days ago, actually contained a chocolate milkshake.
Both guitars, sitting here, and probably out of tune
A plate that at one point contained one of those Tostinos mini pizzas
Assorted completely irreverent acutrima scattered all over the floor
About a key chain bottle openers
Decks of cards, stained with beer, and almost assuredly missing several cards
Books. Somewhere. Probably buried under stuff.
A coffee cup full of bottle caps
My non-working cellphone

You get the idea. My room radiates a cesspool of apathy at the moment. After going through all of this, I feel like it's almost necessary to clean it up. But then again, I could not an be just as functional. Anyway, that's not very interesting, so fuck talking about the current level of dishevelment in my room.

So we're back to workshopping in creative writing, and god is it just as bad as it's ever been. The retard who wrote the poem about Weezer or whatever last time, decided to do his non-fiction piece as a script. Like a movie script. Yeah. He's got essentially five pages of dialogue with no action. In fact, I bet that if it was widdled down to an actual non-fiction manuscript, it would have made MAYBE a page and a half. Not for nothing, but it was one of those typical "pity me, I'm the nice guy" stories. To any idiots who honestly think that the unassertive nice guy ever REALLY gets what they want, I hate to inform you that you are completely mistaken.

Sure, are a few guys who will say "well I have a girlfriend and we go great together". I'm sure that's true, at least partially. However, was she your first choice? And honestly, aside from the fact that she clearly accepts you for you, chances are that she was not someone that you would have qualified as your dream girl. No, you got stuck with the leftovers after the assertive guys had their way. I'm by no means saying that the assertive male will ALWAYS get what he want, but he'll get it much more often than the unassertive, nice guy will. And don't just take my words as empty, trust me, I've been there. I've learned the hard way that being unassertive will get the girl that you are in love with blowing the black guy in the bathroom.

There is nothing attractive about a lack of confidence, and being unassertive is directly correllated to this. Typical gender roles are the way they are for a reason, and one person, or even a thousand people won't change this. You're only as worthless as you let yourself be. No one cannot change for the better, unless they convince themselves that what they are is what people find attractive (when it clearly isn't). Hell, the only thing you have to change is how you view yourself. I'm not trying to cast stones, because even I have issues with this sometimes, but nonetheless. If you carry yourself with confidence in all that you do, people will gravitate toward you.

There is the basic message of all of those alpha-male books summed up in like three paragraphs. Now all of you self pitying dicks and chicks, go out and make me proud. You're all beautiful. Just not as much as me.

-Joe