Ummm...

So, I think I'm breaking the #1 rule of blogging, and going into this with no plan whatsoever. I just feel like a blog needed to happen. I've resorted back to Omegle, which is predictable. It's like human contact, but a lot more like trying for hours to find someone who isn't a horny teenager looking to get a girl (see: horny old man pretending to be a girl) to have cyber sex . On the bright side, I'm not thinking about what my last post was about, so my face isn't in a permanent alteration between expressions of "fuck off" and Dexter-like emptiness.

On a similar note, I've been putting some effort into online dating, so that's failing. Okay, I've gotten a response, but I'm not sure I'll get another. See, the problem is that while I'm usually wonderful at instant messaging people, and passable at verbal communication, when I'm just talking at someone without them being able to respond until I've said everything I'm going to say, I just throw a wall of text at them (see: this blog).

I SWEAR I CAN DO THINGS OTHER THAN WALLS OF TEXT.

I'm not sure that this tactic is particularly conducive to convincing women I'm not self-absorbed and boring (see: lying to them). A few days after I sent a several-paragraph long reply message to responder #only, I realized this possible blunder. So I tried to amend the situation by sending a second message. A sound plan, to be sure. So now I'm playing the waiting game a bit, while passively perusing the site for other interesting-looking women. Turns out there are a lot more 90%+ matches in New City than Old Town. Like 5, instead of 2.

Other than this fascinating part of my life, I'm being swallowed whole by my new classes. If I drop out of blogging for a long period of time (again), it's probably due to classwork. Either I'm busy doing it, or it's driven me to suicide*. It's a toss-up. I don't know what else to say, so I'll leave you with a picture of my response to a poster I found:

I really need to block his number...

*NOTE: I'm not actually going to commit suicide over something as silly as schoolwork.


EDIT: She did message me back, and we went on a date. It went well, and it looks like we'll be going out again. Because I know you guys care and were losing sleep over my romance troubles.

DOUBLE EDIT: Yeah, we went out twice and I never saw her again. Sweet.