The Beginning of Summer

Summer has now started.

I have now almost been out of school for the past two months. I’ve been getting a lot of leads for music videos but not a lot done. The dating scene has been out of whack for me since the one girl from Provo. Lead me on just to put me down. Further increasing my personal hatred for Provo. That place bugs me. Nice looking town but the folks spoil the atmosphere. Rhode Island and Provo are two places I never care to spend time in.

I swear, I think my summer job is going to kill me!

I keep having this desire sucking feeling of hopelessness wash over me. Usually I’m a happy go-lucky kind of person, but as of late, I haven’t been. I think this feeling of hopelessness is brought on by spending long hours in an office building were all I do is answer phone calls, run errands and scan documents. There’s no glory in it. If I get real lucky my cousin Adam will show up, sit behind me and complain about his marriage problems and get paid for it. One thing that really drives me crazy is when my cousin Danny will come into my office and reviews the movie he saw over the weekend. Critics suck when their favorite movie of 2008 is STEP UP 2: THE STREETS. To escape the pains of my day I stare out my office window. My view is of a funky looking house built in the 1960s with scenic mountains behind it. The same mountains covering the Ogden Valley. My view would increase if the ugly-ass house from the 1960s caught on fire and burnet to the ground.

Has anybody else ever noticed something I call “sexual competition”? It’s the type of competition where you’re dating someone and you find out their dating other people at the same time. It’s a strange emotion a male feels when he finds out he’s competing for the opposite sex. A basic animalistic nature takes over making us feel that we have to fight for what’s ours. The funniest thing is we could also be dating other girls but the basic instinct still takes over. As a male I feel like finding the guy, just so I can start a fist-fight (and I don’t even like confrontations). You wanta find out what they look like just so you can size them up. “Sexual Competition” can also get very ugly very fast. Luckily I haven’t been into too many situations, because usually I suck at competing.