Well, well, well: it looks like I am bad at keeping updating promises or whatever. That said, I am now updating twice as often as I had been as little as three months ago. That is quite an improvement. Now check out this post I wrote a couple of weeks ago, but am just now getting around to adding to the site:

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Friday, May 20, 2005

Okay, I know I said I'd try updating more frequently and stuff, and that I didn't do it. Well, here we are with a new update, and it's a doozy. And I hope that in the future I'll be updating a lot more frequently, and that I'll finish my site overhaul and whatever, since I've already invested a bunch of time in it.

So, I wanted to update now especially because I'm blogging from a state I haven't before: Connecticut. I used to think that CT was good for three things: annoying traffic cops, insurance companies, and pretentious people. It turns out that it is, in fact, also good for housing my girlfriend's college and co-ed frat.

So, yeah, I've got a girlfriend. Her name is Hilary. We've been dating for a while actually. Specifically since the wee hours of September 12, 2004, which, as clever readers may realize, was the start of my self-imposed "six month" no-journal experiment. I guess I started with that because I didn't want people to find out I had a girlfriend from the internet, because it seems so impersonal, and because sometimes people make up stories about relationships in their journals. But today, as Hilary was introducing me around to her college friends as "my boyfriend" or "the boy," I decided that it was time to start hoping that I've told everybody already and stop worrying about it. If you are lucky enough to know me personally and unlucky enough to be learning about this now long-term relationship on the vile internet, then you should still consider yourself lucky since I have a big heart in spades, and those trump everything else, in hearts and bridge, respectively.

Anyway, so we're here at the Alpha Delt house at Wesleyan, and Hil's currently downstairs doing some kind of secret ritual or whatever and I'm not allowed to go, so I'm doing this. I dunno. Frat secret rituals seem really silly to me, but I guess they mean a lot to some people. I guess that one of the points of having a secret ritual or handshake or whatever is the high you get when you can lord it over the people who aren't in on it, and maybe that could be fun. I mean, if it was just about having a shared experience to promote brotherhood, then just having the experience together should be enough. Like going to Woodstock. Everyone who went to Woodstock and can rememeber it has these incredible memories of this shared experience. And just because I know that some of that experience included an insane amount of sex in a mud pit doesn't take anything away from the people who were involved in it. So when someone tells me that secret frat rituals are only to promote a sense of togetherness and community, I say BS. BS, I say. Because part of it is just an exclusionary feeling of superiority. And you know what that's like? The Nazis. That's right, I said it, because, frankly, someone had to. All fraternity and sorority members who have secret rituals are Nazis.

Not that I desperately wonder what's going on downstairs or feel left out or anything. :)

Because I do. Oh dear lord where are my testicles? What exactly would they do to me if I went down there? Lord, give me balls! I am a quivering mass of jealousy. I am a woman. Look everyone at the quivering woman!

In the spirit of revealing secrets, I will reveal a particualarly personal one of mine in my next post! So stay tuned.
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So, yeah, there's that. And I'm not lying. Next post I finally drop that horribly embarassing bombshell from last summer!