Why does all comedy make you wonder if the comedian is snorting cake mix? They all have a serious case of the freaks. Either way- they are hilarious. The judgments of others and the obnoxious fart jokes are the joys of life for a poor (ish) college student. At least, Daniel Tosh is. He is the cat's meow. My catch phrase that I'm trending...or not?
I wish my life was a comedy; funny, sarcastic, with its ups and downs. My life is a tragedy. In the historical sense. We follow the life of the "hero" and watch as she falls epically. And it inspires a deep emotional response. AKA pity. I am surrounded in my failures. I go to a school with a Nationals winning ice hockey team and I'm regulated to the JV wannabes. Half of the team are newbies. FML. My classmates all think that I know everything about anything when all I am trying to do is keep my head above the water and get into a serious relationship with a guy who actually wants to be seen with me. And my favorite band is getting a little to close to personal. Every song hits every nerve. Its poetic justice. Literally.
And I have been suffering from severe poet's writer's block. My work has been grossly repetitive and darker than usual. The light at the end of the tunnel is dimming. And so is the spark of excitement at going to college. Leaving California was probably the best thing I ever have done, but falling into a safety net the second I got to my own tightrope was dumb. I should pull a Toussieng. I should go to the big city with a bag of clothes and a pair of brass balls.
Because I wish I actually was strong enough to walk without a net.
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