06.09.2002 - Aggie pride?

Every day there are hundreds of things I should or need to be doing that fall by the wayside because I am a certifiably lazy bastard. Recently more than ever, I feel zero motivation to get anything done if it involves effort or little personal pleasure, regardless of how important the task may be. Rather than drive the two miles to the DMV to get the registration on the VAnGINA renewed, I spent my Friday afternoon swimming and accidentally falling asleep for three hours on my couch. Rather than go out and find employment that doesn't make me want to bludgeon myself with a three-hole-punch, I sit at home with my hand shoved down my pants complaining about my crappy job. This type of behavior does nothing to serve me. This doesn't, however, mean it will stop.

But even as I sit in sloth, things happen around me. Roommate Chris unexpectedly moved out. He was in the same situation I was in last year, as he was obviously not happy here and jumped at the chance to move into his new place when it opened up early. Supposedly he will continue to pay rent and utilities, but that remains to be seen, as our cable went out because he neglected to pay the bill and a Three Day Notice to Pay Rent or Quit sits on our dining room table. I paid my share of both items a long time ago and the checks have been cashed. If on Monday I'm without a place to live, Chris will surely be either bloody in the gutter or have his face stuffed full of wang. Perhaps this is what it takes to move me to action.

The end of the academic year is finally upon us, which means I've written my last column of the year for The Aggie. Because I e-mail my work to my editor, I don't end up in the office all that often. Really though, I don't feel all that motivated to hang out there because it's usually twenty minutes of me being nervous and either not talking to anyone or having really awkward conversations. Most of the people that are in the office are there regularly and have developed a bond amongst themselves. Because of that I instantly feel othered.

Also, I'm a total social retard.

Lately, however, I've felt more comfortable around the people and I kind of regret not spending more of my time with them.

The office on Thursday night kind of reminded me of band on the night before Picnic Day, except without all the dorks. Everyone seemed to exude stress, relief and giddiness in the last minute crush to finish the last issue of the year and the spoof issue. Even though I didn't have a hand in either, as seemed to be the case most times in band as well, I still enjoyed being around the buzz.

On Friday night, the paper had a party themed Sin or Die, where we were supposed to either dress as our favorite sin or dye a part of our bodies. Alternately, we could dress as a coworker. I wore this shirt:

I had all my bases covered. I could be either greed, lust or any one of my co-workers -- most often Alyssa.

The party was pretty fun, but again, I would have had a better time if I knew people there better. Hindsight is 20/20 and other appropriate cliches . . .

On Saturday night, we got all swanked up and had our end of the year banquet.

Regardless of how much time I spend watching Gilmore Girls, listening to Edith Piaf and making fun of Jackson for mixing stripes and plaids, nothing will reaffirm me of my heterosexuality like looking at ladies in formalwear. I'm a sucker for a girl in a nice dress.

I looked fly in my pinstripe suit and K-mart polyester shirt, obtained from the ever lovely Thrift Store Outlet for roughly five dollars. I looked so fly, in fact, that I decided to keep it on when I hooked up with Mr. Bestfriendinthewholewideworld after the shindig to hit the town. He had two finals on Saturday and wanted to party, so we went downtown to a bar.

I'm not hip to the bar scene, mostly because I can get drunk in the privacy of my own dark bedroom. I really hadn't been, though, so I thought I might as well try it once. It really isn't all that bad. Live music that I don't really care to pay attention to eliminates awkward silences, so in that respect, it's much better than hanging out with strangers at someone's house. Still, I don't see myself trolling the bars and finding someone to take home. No, that's what junior high schools are for.

It was nice to have kind of a low key but high enjoyment weekend for a change. I could stand to have a few more of these. If only I could get off my ass and do something about it.

-- Jeffy