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Okay, not quite as poetic as I imagined it in my head, but it pretty much sums up this moment, my night, this semester, and in some respects, my life. After writing two paragraphs (and creating a chart!!!) for this paper that’s due in 9 hours and was assigned 3 and a half months ago, I’ve decided to throw caution to the wind and establish a practice that will probably die in about two weeks (then can you really call in a practice?). Shout out to Jeff Hamada and Hypebeast.com for the most current inspiration for a once dormant aspiration.

I don’t know about you, but shit, I have thoughts. Frequent and random, my thoughts race through my head with reckless abandon. What better forum to release these thoughts than the Internet (always thought it was funny that Internet had to be capitalized jsyk), where thousands (yeah, I’m ambitious) of other people with thoughts can see them. I could go on forever, in quite round-a-bout fashion on the who, what, when, why, where, and how of the founding of Randomosity and Whatnot, but even I know that’d be irresponsible due to my time constraints and the fact that 7 out of 10 people have already stopped reading by now (it’s about quality, not quantity; you, my friend, are quality).

Thought of the day: What do you do when you think the friend of the person you like likes you? (Btw, that seems a whole lot more random, serious, and simple—yes, all at once—when I actually type it out). Okay, a little background color: I, ladies and gentlemen, do not do especially well with the ladies (I know some of you are like, “maybe it has something to do with you writing a blog at 2 in the morning, smart guy), and I have been trying to tell this one girl that I like her for like the last 2 years—okay, more like 3 months that I’ve decided I actually like-like her (does that sound as middle school to you as it did to me?) and about a month of trying to tell her. Anyways, I’m pretty sure she knows and the feelings don’t run up- and downstream. So, I’m going nowhere but deeper into the friend death zone with that one. Insert twist here. This morning (actually 1 p.m., but I had just woken up) her friend asks me out to dinner. One, girls don’t ask dudes out around here. Two, she’s best friends with the first girl. Therefore, I’m all kinds of confused on this one. I go to dinner. Who’s gonna pass up a free meal? (Which was not free, btw. Who doesn’t know that the asker pays for the date when you go out?) Pretty good conversation and whatnot, but it’s not going anywhere. What would you do? (Did I cut that off without enough explanation? Oh well, it happens.)

Ringing Endorsement (if that’s even the phrase) of the day: University of Hawaii Warriors for the National Championship! I know they have the 119^th of 119 strength of schedule in the nation, but that’s a technicality. They’re 12 and fucking O (yes, that’s the letter, not the numeral)! Who else yet to be defeated this season? Huh? I didn’t hear you. That’s right, nobody. Case in point. Game. Set. Match. Bitches.

Okie doke. That’s all for the first installment. Just gotta find a website to put this on and hope I continue this practice (oh yeah, and do that paper…almost forgot). Until then: “live long and prosper.” (Followed by a deadly Vulcan mind probe…don’t trust aliens.)