Alphabet Soup

I wrote a blog a couple of weeks back. I believe it was one of the debut blogs on 'Cure My Obscurity', about circumstantially hot girls at Panorama and a new girl that all the boys were talking about; also about how lame the new girl thing is. Two/Three weeks later, new girl is not new girl anymore. She's an old mate. Also known as my girlfriend. Mmm, God eating my words tastes good, I'll have seconds please. In retrospect it was a rash decision to write a blog about a person I hadn't met yet although I am still very anti-new girl hype. I have continuously, on this blog, stated that I enjoy writing blogs about topics in which I have no knowledge about or interest in gaining further knowledge of, and will not stop here.

I just always seem to eat my own words. When I was in Hollywood I was stopped by an interviewer for the George Lopez Tonight show. They were filming for a sketch called "Your darkest secrets" and asked me to say something for the camera. When they asked me what I did back home, I panicked (don't know why, just wanted to impress the mighty nation of the united states of America) and said Public Relations. Now, I ended up tripping somewhere along the explanation and although they didn't say anything, it was obvious that no, I do not have any practical P.R experience whatsoever. I'm just lucky that George Lopez is only the number three highest paid comedian in U.S.A...a country which I'm assuming, because I've never heard of it before, is very small and insignificant. So I'm not too phased about embarrassing myself in front of the show's probably miniscule audience reach.

The fact of the matter is that we all do it, and we all do it a lot. It's time for people to sit down, tuck in your bib and gobble up that alphabet soup proudly. To be honest, I don't know where this blog is going and it definately doesn't offer any insight to anything important; I've just got a beef with people that try to scapegoat the consequences of their verbal double fault's onto others. It's like when my housemate Joey and Myself ordered a Blacklight online for our "Kings of Neon" party (December 1st, Monument Common Room, 8:30pm), and the e-mail doesn't come through. We rang up the guy and he (very rudely) stated that he had not produced any fault whatsoever and that it was our mistake. I asked him to repeat the e-mail address he sent our confirmation to and he reads back "Triple M...". It's then that I stop him and say, "Nah mate, It's four M's". He snaps back with, "Uh, Yeah! That's what i said; It's definately something wrong by you, I can't help you". Well excuse me, wise ass blacklight.com guy, but I didn't realise that you have no time for the one customer you have...ever. Here I was naively assuming that you wouldn't be offloading UV blacklights too rapidly but apparently the population of witch doctors and stay-at-home ravers in America are sky rocketing at the moment.

I'm getting off topic...thankfully.