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:: Friday, June 18, 2004 ::

reality TV bites

...but semi-interesting blogs keep me coming back for more.

It's odd that I can't stand reality tv shows, but I don't mind reading through a stranger's blog; so long as it's earnest and well-written, of course. This wave of mindless reality shows have forever changed our TV viewing landscape, not to mention any expectation of well-written programming in the near future.

And speaking of badly written reality shows, my life has resembled one as of late. Imagine a reality show fusioned with one part Temptation Island, two parts Survivor, and one heaping tablespoon of The Apprentice, and you have the essential ingredients of my so called life.

Temptation Island

Last week I ran into an old 'friend' (I use that term loosely) from college at a show. It was the second time I'd seen her out in NY; the first about two months ago at the NY Public Library, where we exchanged pleasantries and she offered me her number so that we could hang out. She used to hang out with me and my ex back in the day, but since then we've all gone our separate ways. I broke off all ties with her during our last year of college when her ex, in a jealous rage, wanted to fight me for no explicable reason. Nothing happened, but I was pissed off that said 'friend' did nothing to ease the situation, except get off watching two guys fighting because of her. I soon found out that her ex had been very insecure around me because he always had a sneaking suspicion that his girl was into me. This despite my being in a relationship for the preceding 3 years. Anyway, having not called her due to final exams, she scolded me and then asked for my number. Now I can be the biggest dick when it comes to harboring grudges, but when there's potential booty on the line, it's amazing how quickly I swallow up the dogma of forgiving your fellow man (or, woman as applicable here).

That very same night on the way to the show, I run into 'The Twin' on the subway. This was a girl whom I met on the subway and went out with on a few dates when I first moved here. This exotic half japanese, half indian was cute, intelligent, artistic and sassy (not to mention she had a twin sister), but the deal breaker was her utter lack of common courtesy - she kept picking up her mobile phone throughout the entire first date. Thinking she wasn't interested, imagine my shock when she invited me back to her place to 'show me her art', then suggested I stay the night! Now if i wasn't on this stupid spiritual/moral trip at the time, it goes without saying that I could have crossed off "Have Sex With Japanese Twins" on my list of things to do before I die. But I just couldn't forget how rude she was the rest of the night. Anyway, she was looking pretty damn good in her skimpy outfit and she happened to mention she and her most recent boyfriend just broke up. Aww... so sad. We verified our new phone numbers and made tentative plans to hang out soon.

And to conclude the Temptation Island portion of the entry, I met this girl at the show. She's pretty cool. And we've been hanging out. I think I might have said too much about her, so I'll stop.

Survivor

In addition to all the sexually frustrating scenarios that have been going on, my life can also fit neatly into an episode of Survivor. I think at one point last week, before my financial aid check for the summer cleared, I was eating anchovies out of a tin can. You'd be surprised how creative one gets with whatever's in the cupboard, when there's no money in your pocket. Ever try hot sauce soup? Didn't think so. So like the physical challenges they do on Survivor, I even went so far as to hop aboard a train to visit my aunt in Long Island to score some free food. But the biggest challenge was stepping inside a church again for the first time in four years. I had to listen to all the bullshit the visiting pastor was spewing out and it really made me sick to my stomach. No disrespect, but I just can't stand organized religion in general. I guess I've come a long way since my college days, eh?

The Apprentice

And finally, we come to the ongoing saga of trying to find a job. I've had two interviews this week: one with a small IP firm and the other with a large indie record label. Both interviews went okay and at one point I thought I had the IP job in my grasp, but now I have to play the waiting game and it's killing me. The former is paid, however, I think I'd much rather take the record label job because it's more interesting and in line with what I think I'd like to get into in the future. In my heart, I KNOW I'm the best man for that job. Yet I can't help but feel I'm gonna get The Donald's infamous, "YOU'RE FIRED"

Geez, why is life so fucking shitty sometimes? Like the crap programming networks are cramming down our throats, all this madness encircling me has got to stop. Australia anyone?

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