Hitchhikers Disappear some more

This is the final version of my vanishing hitchhiker story for class purposes, I'm thrilled to be done with it for a few weeks. Any thoughts?

Personal Note

I feel there are certain facets of my life that I should share with you, friends. First, finals time is approaching, which means I'm becoming more polarized than usual. When happy, I am happy, and when sad, I am sad. There is no middle ground. When feeling introverted, I really want to be left alone, and when feeling extroverted, I will make or find a party.

Second, my knee is alternating between hurting like a motherfucker with every step and hurting only when I twist it. I need to get this checked. Hasn't happened yet.

Finally, I pretty much have the best cast ever for this one-act, and can't remember ever enjoying semi-legit theatre so much, except MAYBE Antigone.

How are you? What are you up to?

This is hard!

Okay, not really. It's actually quite easy, but I'm finding that I have trouble remembering to think of things to write about. So I'm just going to inanely babble about my life for a while. Is that a way to become a famous blogger? Well, no, probably not.

But I don't want fans. I like friends.

Before the babble, though, there's one more element of the horror story to discuss: Status. Have you noticed that macho guys like watching scary movies with girls? Yeah, it's because we like reaffirming that we possess one of those ancient greek ideals. Manliness or something. And because you want the girl to snuggle up next to you.

Horror stories are the same way. The jumpy guy loses status. The cool-headed guy gains status. Oh yeah, sure, I'm sure all you alpha males out there are getting indignant, so let me clear something up: You can say that you're testing yourself, or you like the suspense, or that you're preparing your nerves for a real situation. That's fine, you're lying to yourself, too. You enjoy your ephemeral superiority.

Shifting gears.

I've been using this "skype" thing for a day or so. It's okay. Free phone calls? Sweet, I'm on board. chat program? Also cool. It's just redundant for me, since I have google voice. Same capabilities. But fewer of my friends have it. So NYAAAH. Farts on you, friends, for not using google.

Plus facebook chat, which is I think my most commonly used method of communication. Yay for friends using that.

Unrelatedly, if you know a girl in Romania, give her a hug.

I'm out of things to say.

A digression from horror

This is a quick break from my discussion on horror, because I wrote a 19 page paper on it, and don't want to think about the subject for a while. Instead, let's talk about male relationships, shall we? I don't mean hot guy-on-guy action, here, so stop picturing that.

Last night, my roommate and I were watching Sherlock Holmes, and we realized two things: First, Bartitsu is the manliest and silliest looking of all martial arts. Second, at any given moment, our relationship was exactly like the relationship of Holmes and Watson. Is that normal? It's certainly normal for me. I have the same type of friendship with Jonathan that I do with Jake, Bob, and Matt. Sorry ladies, I adore you all, but it's a different kind of friendship.

So, gentlemen, what say you? Does that seem like a pretty normal friendship for you? Ladies, is there an equivalent sort of friendship in your gender?

Also, if you missed the subtext, you should watch Sherlock Holmes. It's awesome.