Wednesday, September 18, 2002
Balright.
I have no idea why I am writing right now. All I know is that I want to write.
Came home tonight, had a few beers, played some Mancala (insert trademark symbol), and now stumble around like a doofus.
doofus?
never doofus.
stumble around like an indigo girl.
no.
that makes no sense.
(it's whats playing on the computer right now)
(My housemate Rita owns the computer)
(she's a lesbian)
(shh about her being a lesbian)
So in any case...I sit here and write.
Been thinking a lot about the Real World today. Yes, I realize that that could be a scary thing to admit in a public journal. What with everyone being so "particular" and such.
But I been thinking how Las Vegas is really such bullshit.
I mean, yes. The Real World isn't EMMY nominating reality television.
But it was the first. And I have always thought...the best.
A little smut, a lot drama, but sometimes...actually real! Do you remember New Orleans? Do you remember Irene with her Lyme Disease?
SIKE! That was shit.
What I really meant was...do you remember Lindsay getting the call?
That call that told her that one of her best friends had committed suicide.
I mean...do you remember?
That was real. That touched so many people. THAT my friends, was EMMY nominated reality television.
And now this.
The Vancouver thing really pissed me off. I never fully explained in this journal how much it really shocked my shit.
Let me just tell you this...I really BELIEVED that there was a REAL Lost Season Vancouver. Seriously. Walked around telling everyone I knew that the unthinkable happened! Something went wrong in VANCOUVER and now they are showing it on MTV!!!!
Everyone WATCH!
Watch me be a fool.
You made me a fool MTV. ME! Joe Cuttheshit! The one who realizes that he is 25 and still vehemently supports MTV's programming.
And while I can say all of this, I turn on my television last night, so excited, to see Las Vegas. Oh God. Las Vegas.
Yes. It IS fun that they will humiliate themselves in front of the nation. Yes. It IS personally satisfying to see other people ruining their lives at a faster rate then we seem to be doing. And if none of all that strikes you...yes. Yes, it is great to tune into an hour of craziness and debauchery in order to escape the true reality that is our hum drum lives.
But you know what?
I LOVE the Real World. I know some very cool people (Rita, Kelly, Ari) that follow this Real World thing as well.
I mean...didn't we hope for those beautiful moments? Those rare moments that would show us a glimpse into what present day reality tv can never hope to do?
A moment of honesty from someone else. Out of their tv and into our lives. And for a second we are changed by this experience.
Wow. Whatever. I wax philosophic about the Real World.
But I admit again: I love MTV. I think they do wonderful programming. (Yes, they have some bullshit, but you tell me one station that doesn't)
I am disappointed in the direction in which this Las Vegas bullshit is going.
But I will watch. I will be sad.
Sad y'all.
Sad.
Over it already.
Sorry bout all that.
What the fuck happened? I felt like I was sitting here typing furiously away about something that ultimately means nothing to me.
I am not THAT journal writer. The one that explains only opinions on every day social issues.
(if you can even call "The Societal Impact of MTV a social issue)
So I guess that's it.
Just give me a computer and twenty minutes and I will give you intensity on the first thing that comes to my mind.
Hope everyone had a pleasant evening.
I did.
And am even more overjoyed that tomorrow is Thursday.
One day closer to pretending that I have no responsibilities.
Love the weekend.
hate the sunday.
Enough.
I have no idea why I am writing right now. All I know is that I want to write.
Came home tonight, had a few beers, played some Mancala (insert trademark symbol), and now stumble around like a doofus.
doofus?
never doofus.
stumble around like an indigo girl.
no.
that makes no sense.
(it's whats playing on the computer right now)
(My housemate Rita owns the computer)
(she's a lesbian)
(shh about her being a lesbian)
So in any case...I sit here and write.
Been thinking a lot about the Real World today. Yes, I realize that that could be a scary thing to admit in a public journal. What with everyone being so "particular" and such.
But I been thinking how Las Vegas is really such bullshit.
I mean, yes. The Real World isn't EMMY nominating reality television.
But it was the first. And I have always thought...the best.
A little smut, a lot drama, but sometimes...actually real! Do you remember New Orleans? Do you remember Irene with her Lyme Disease?
SIKE! That was shit.
What I really meant was...do you remember Lindsay getting the call?
That call that told her that one of her best friends had committed suicide.
I mean...do you remember?
That was real. That touched so many people. THAT my friends, was EMMY nominated reality television.
And now this.
The Vancouver thing really pissed me off. I never fully explained in this journal how much it really shocked my shit.
Let me just tell you this...I really BELIEVED that there was a REAL Lost Season Vancouver. Seriously. Walked around telling everyone I knew that the unthinkable happened! Something went wrong in VANCOUVER and now they are showing it on MTV!!!!
Everyone WATCH!
Watch me be a fool.
You made me a fool MTV. ME! Joe Cuttheshit! The one who realizes that he is 25 and still vehemently supports MTV's programming.
And while I can say all of this, I turn on my television last night, so excited, to see Las Vegas. Oh God. Las Vegas.
Yes. It IS fun that they will humiliate themselves in front of the nation. Yes. It IS personally satisfying to see other people ruining their lives at a faster rate then we seem to be doing. And if none of all that strikes you...yes. Yes, it is great to tune into an hour of craziness and debauchery in order to escape the true reality that is our hum drum lives.
But you know what?
I LOVE the Real World. I know some very cool people (Rita, Kelly, Ari) that follow this Real World thing as well.
I mean...didn't we hope for those beautiful moments? Those rare moments that would show us a glimpse into what present day reality tv can never hope to do?
A moment of honesty from someone else. Out of their tv and into our lives. And for a second we are changed by this experience.
Wow. Whatever. I wax philosophic about the Real World.
But I admit again: I love MTV. I think they do wonderful programming. (Yes, they have some bullshit, but you tell me one station that doesn't)
I am disappointed in the direction in which this Las Vegas bullshit is going.
But I will watch. I will be sad.
Sad y'all.
Sad.
Over it already.
Sorry bout all that.
What the fuck happened? I felt like I was sitting here typing furiously away about something that ultimately means nothing to me.
I am not THAT journal writer. The one that explains only opinions on every day social issues.
(if you can even call "The Societal Impact of MTV a social issue)
So I guess that's it.
Just give me a computer and twenty minutes and I will give you intensity on the first thing that comes to my mind.
Hope everyone had a pleasant evening.
I did.
And am even more overjoyed that tomorrow is Thursday.
One day closer to pretending that I have no responsibilities.
Love the weekend.
hate the sunday.
Enough.
