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Let's start off this entry by saying that sometimes it's good to be a geek inside. While I may not look the part due to what some would call beef hormone injections that cause 4-eyed people to cowar in fear, I am a true geek inside and I love it. We're far easier to talk to than some stuck up snot that constantly brags about how fast he can put a motorcycle together.

Being a geek means lots of choices. Some bring themselves to comic books. Others to Dungeons And Dragons. The virgin type tend to collect figurines as shown in The 40-Year-Old Virgin. Hell, we geeks even have our own magazine called what else......'Geek.' The latest interviews Veronica Mars herself, Kristen Bell.

Sometimes, when I visit comic shops and see a geek, I just want to help clean him or her up so bad. It's no real wonder as to why there are certain guys that discuss very openly about in being curious as to what it is like to feel a girl's boobie or to feel her up in her 'danger zone.' White man afros and all hair to the side looks do not attract girls. Plus, some just smell really bad.

For me, being a geek is great in that I have so many options as to what to do or think about. There's comics, graphic novels, books (cuz reading is, like, so hard for other people), and obsessing over sexy women with guns that make me want to bend over and absolutely beg for a spanking.

"Gawd, just give it to me good, Mila!"

A lot of the geeks that I see don't realize their full potential. While it is tempting to walk up to one and say that he/she needs to continue training like that whole Luke and Yoda thing, a little muscle here, deodarant, and better clothing choices just might make a virgin possibly ready to poke a girl. I hate to say it to you, girls. Just about all I've met are more hung up on looks than about a guy that can understand Microsoft Excel.

I've never understood the whole let's-go-get-drunk mentality even if that was how I spent my Tuesday's and Thursdays in college. If it were up to me, I'd do topless karaoke or help my roommate, Dave, sing 'The Masturbation Song' for the upteenth time. My favorite line is:

"I think of you when I mastuuuuuuuuuuuuurbate!"

I like to drink on occasion and have been known to get completely wasted out of my mind but I never understood why so many people would hit the bars and come back not able to get up for class the next day. Geek after geek was up and on time with money in his/her pocket all because it's just completely unnecessary to spend hundreds of dollars on beer in hopes of talking to a girl. Online is free.

One thing I loved about Veronica Mars and made me feel especially geeky is that she starts talking about the Sci-Fi Channel's Battlestar Galactica. Oh, to see other people scratch their heads while I understood every little in-joke or name drop. To help you out, the word 'frak' means to 'fuck.'

In my town, one of the geeks' favorite hangouts closed up shop. The video game place I used to go to every now and then to get old school games from way back when decided to not renew its lease. The mean thing is that the owner didn't tell the employees whom had no idea til they came in to work and found the whole place packed up and gone. I hated seeing the guy that helped set up my classic Sega Genesis being interviewed bitching. This is a really nice guy that should have been told about the closing so he could look for other employment after buying a new house.

Yes, I'm probably boring you tonight. All I'm saying is that geeks should be given a chance. With some hairspray, deodarant, nicer shoes, a better wardrobe, boxer-briefs, some muscles, and seperation from Mother, these guys could look as good as any other. All a girl has to do is help work on the geek's vocabulary and stuttering because talking to a real live girl causes all sorts of brand new feelings to come out.

So, I bring you weirdness...........

1). Nikki Sixx of Motley Crue has a clothing line out. Stitched in the fly of this line of jeans is a ruler. Now, every guy an put to rest the size of his penis. Groupies can take actual measurements and post on forums. Men everywhere must conform to actual measuring because what looks to them like a '10-inch' might actually be a lean '3'.

2). Paris Hilton's stuff was taken out of a storage area after not paying the $200. Everything was placed up for show on a website now taken down. I laugh. Paris taped all her voice mails so what is better than hearing her complain about how her pussy smells bad? Did you know she has herpes? How about the fact that Paris laughs about giving it to someone? Paris is also bulimic and an alcoholic. Didn't we already know that? Then again, anyone that takes pictures of herself drugging up tends to not think.

3). Read a forum discussion brought on by a mentor in New York. Interesting. This is a black guy that works with black kids only to find himself disgusted with the youth. Just about every black kid wants to be a player, pimp, or rapper. While there are exceptions, it's not much. You take 100 black kids and it's almost always 2 of them that think about using their brains. Spike Lee, where are you? I may not have agreed with you on everything but let's get a discussion going so blacks can stop calling Bill Cosby an 'uncle tom.'

3). There is a group of girls from Myspace that have created a website consisting of their nude pics. Interesting. They throw the word 'sluts' around a lot to describe themselves and I have no problem with this. I'll tell you why. To these girls, being a 'slut' is a term of endearment. There is no hiding the fact that they fuck anything (shown.....kinda) that moves. Unlike Paris Hilton on her telling the world that she is not spoiled, the sluts of Myspace don't hide their intentions. I admire that. Don't you just hate it when girls get pissed off at being called a 'slut' when everything they do is pretty much related to that category?

So, I will be leaving tomorrow for Indiana. Bald-O sounded completely sad when I told him that it's just not reasonable for me to visit that far in this cold of weather. Nasty arctic air is on its way this weekend. Indiana is only a little over an hour away.

Football. Yes, I know that there is a major rivalry because I am going to be deep in Indianapolis Colt territory wearing my beloved Chicago Bears jersey. Boo'd or hissed, I can take it while watching the game in high definition with Sara's parents and their friends. It's just a game but it takes my mind off the cold and other annoying things staking claims in my mind.

I'll be back with the usual inciteful views about sex blogs, porn, and possible vagina entry but things are so busy. Plus, I could have sworn Bald-o had some sniffles when I called to tell him I won't be able to visit him in his trailer out in the middle of nowhere. He broke a Man Law (Men are not allowed to show feelings towards another male) but I don't care. This guy means so much to me that I once downed a soy sauce packet for him. Happy twats all around.

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