When I'm stable long enough, I start to look around for love.

Does love have any meaning in society anymore? Is it all just a bunch of shit invented by corporations to sell romantic things? Or is it just a chemical reaction in the brain designed to make us want to reproduce?
Those of you who know me might not think of me as the romantic type, but dammit, I still believe in love. I don't give a damn if it is just a chemical reaction in my brain, I still think it's real. To answer your unasked question, no, I don't believe in love at first sight. If you fall in love with someone based just on a look they give you from across the party/bar/apartment then no offense, but you're probably a reall shallow person. If you look to the right, you'll notice that my profile says I hate shallow people, which is true. No, I think it's a little more than the style of hair she/he wore for the night, or how they look in their new shiny clothes. Fuck all of that, it doesn't tell you anything about them. I can hear people now, "Well it tells you that they care about their appearance and they're trying to impress you." Oh really? It takes a lot more than a new dress to impress me, Bubba. Okay, I don't know why Bubba has a new dress on either. Doesn't anyone believe in love being more than skin deep anymore? And when will all the rhetorical questions end? I've also got people left and right asking if the "scenario" described in the last post happened. Yeah, it did. I still don't know how to feel entirely, but let's just say someone may get asked to a movie or something tomorrow at jazz table when the whole bands eats together. And someone = Selena. But only if I get the balls to do it. Hopefully I will, I just ordered a big pair from ebay but they've been slow shipping things lately.

Although the cynic in me is extremely tempted to declare, "It's all just a bunch of romantic shit that doesn't exist," I think I'll wait till I find "the one" to make that declaration. I've seen too many people in love to believe that anyways, and there's only so much cynicism (read: realism) that I can handle. Seriously, if people were completely honest all the time, society would not function.

Alright, I've shut up the cynic for a while, time to bring out the decorator in me. After Nader, Josh, John and I all spent a total of like 50 bucks at Wal-Mart decorating the suite, I'd have to say -- If I was gay, I'd totally become an interior decorator. It really is a lot of fun. Is that still a requisite, by the way, being gay? I think it is. Anyway, our suite now has pretty blue christmas lights (don't get all PC on me, they ARE christmas lights), a new lamp, a comfy blanket and two throw pillows for the couch. In addition to this, we have about 80 Penny-Arcade comics on the ceiling. If you've never been there, you must go. http://www.penny-arcade.com is an excellent site. So now our suite is stylish, hilarious, and comfy. We need more christmas lights though, I don't think 4 strings of 200 each is enough.