Why am I awake right now? (In progress)

As I start this, it is approximately 3:30 a.m. Eastern time. I am sure that by the time I am finished with this blog, spelling and grammatical mistakes are sure to abound. This isn't really one of those blog posts with a point of view or a blog post with even a point.

I just finished studying earlier this evening for a class that, quite frankly, concerns me. A replay of the LSU-Auburn football game is on ESPN, a paid programming for a pill to "enhance that special area on a man" is on Comedy Central. Really, it is 3:30 in the morning...you can call it a penis and the FCC probably won't care. Besides, why does the company need to advertise at 3:30 in the morning anyway? Is anybody really watching? Well, besides me, is anybody watching? Vin Diesel acts better than the people on this commercial. Disgustingly, this commercial is funnier than new Dane Cook comedy material. What happened to you, Dane? Somebody shit on the coats. Wear a shirt that says I bleed when you shoot me in the chestplate and I will not shoot you in the chestplate. He kicked his shoes off in a fit of joy. These were funny lines, but I guess starring in a string of really bad movies, including such classics as Employee of the Month and Good Luck Chuck would, would drain the funny out of just about anybody.

The commercial for Extenze "that special area" enlargement pills begs the following question: If that type of product really worked, wouldn't it be everywhere? Wouldn't giant companies like Pfizer leap on a product that promised giant erections? They don't. That tells me something. It tells me that despite all of the advertising in print magazines and on late night television, despite the e-mails (for larger, harder, longer-lasting erections, life insurance, donations to Nigerian princes, auto insurance, Menards discounts and various other BS) and despite the reassuring smiles of terrible actors and actresses, these pills are little more than a placebo.

Once

Some original stuff I wrote this evening, in between studying for exams.

"Once"


Is it possible to succumb
When there is nothing to pull you under?
Could I have been so blinded
And made so big a blunder?
The mind is a terrible thing,
With its tricky perceptions and games of misdirection
To waste all of these moments under false guise
Have I allowed myself to believe in my own lies?
From the pile I pull
A note from the stack of would-it-really-matter
To be promptly placed in the garbage of things-left-unsaid
Funny how all these thoughts sprint through my head

NO!
Once...these thoughts inside will be released
Once...the beggings of caution will not be appeased
This is me
This is what I do
Within
This is what I knew
Some day
It would come to this
Right now
I don’t want to miss
My aim
Is straight and true
I feel
Black and blue
I won’t
Spend another minute
Pretending
I am not deep in it

I have wanted to say this
Once
I have needed to say this
Once
I can’t believe I haven’t said this
Once
Does it really matter, even just
Once?

-Authored Sat., October 6th, 2007 by me, Nick L***

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