maybe it's because of the last article. once again girl's preference has come and gone and I didn't get asked. no problem, i suppose. i have a ton of school to catch up on. however, one troubling fact still exists: this was the last chance anyone had of taking me. anyway, even though i can consider it childish and unfun, the opportunity is vanished. no, not opportunity. preference is a passive activity (i always thought passive activities were the ones i was best at). guys absolutely love being asked to preference for two reasons. one is ego. getting preferential treatment means one is more sexually potent than the next guy. in the animal kingdom this is just behind food and water in importance. the second reason is that guys love being catered to. sometimes women think they're the only ones who deserve service or even enjoy being served. guess what ladies, it's a human tendency, not a feminine tendency.

this means no young lady will never again have this good of a chance to see if i live up to my name. rex basior is the very rough latin equivalent of "king kisser." of course kissing is only part of a greater goal right? last time i said my two cents, i let the cat out of the bag that guys really do want that perfect person to be with. as much kissing as i've done in my life, i've never been in that relationship that i'd call love.

lemme digress a bit. i've only been preferred twice in college. that's better than many, but still less than i feel i'm worth. last time it was with a fabulous bird with whom i love being around and considered dating a lot more (see "misty" under my me et al section). we never wound up together, but are still friends now.

the first time was an eternity ago. the girl who took me is the first girl that i seriously thought i loved. that was a pretty miserable year. unfortunately in the end, she only preferred to go to the dance with me rather than preferred me completely. on top of it all, i couldn't figure out why, with beautiful women everywhere, i couldn't just forget her. why did i even go on caring? from then on love never made sense to me.

i'd like to quote from a movie i saw once. "this, this guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, 'doc, uh, my brother's crazy. he thinks he's a chicken.' and, uh, the doctor says, 'well, why don't you turn him in?' and the guy says, 'i would, but i need the eggs.' well, i guess that's pretty much how i feel about relationships. y'know, they're totally irrational and crazy and absurd and, but, uh, i guess we keep going through it because, uh, most of us need the eggs."

so anyway, kudos to all you young ladies out there who tried to start something special this past preference weekend. please don't ruin any lives now.

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recently a girl who stole my journal and read it, lauded me for having the following philosophy:

portions of rexbasior's journal: first of january twothousandtwo--
"a while ago i was amazed to discover that [some girls are given advice to avoid putting bad news in journal writings] only leaving good things left to go back to. i was appalled at the time mostly because i felt that it was a waste of feeling and personal characterization. obviously i feel more compelled to write when i'm down and hence more creative. today i realized a probably more important reason to not only declare but to look back on bad feelings and experiences. [in the past sometimes] i failed to realize that i had problems... that really bug me. when we look back at our childhood we fill with nostalgia for our carefree days not realizing that we always had cares and we lose the positivity of the present."
i guess what i was trying to say is that if we only remember good things about our lives, we'll be miserable knowing we can never go back to how good our lives were. on the other hand if we remember the fact that we've always been miserable, we can check ourselves out presently and realize that life is rough and maybe have an easier time noticing positive things. so let's have a black celebration to celebrate the fact that we've seen the back of another black day. (btw, i just plagerized someone. can anybody tell me who?

special valentines day edition

women are as bad or worse than men. once we get that fact cleared up we can all enjoy having a miserable valentine's day together. women complain that all men think of is sex-- which i will concede is partly true. sex is what men think about openly so everyone knows it, whereas women think about sex privately: leaving a facade of emotional superiority over men. have you ever been in a room full of girls where they forgot you were there too? Have you noticed how their enlightened attitude changes into a shallow conversation devoted to the hotness of guys? and what about the hotness of guys? as far as the hotness of girls goes-- different men have different preferences: tall, short; skinny, curvy; blonde, brunette; etc. for all girls everywhere the ideal is just this: tall and dark (and handsome is thrown in there too, but that's just an all-encompassing duh). a lot of girls try to put the same tag on men by saying the men's preference is "skinny blonde." girls only notice this when guys go along with this supposed stereotype. when a guy actually digs another type the stereotype obviously isn't mentioned. the phrase "tsk! ... you guys always go for those skinny blonde girls" can't be applied to every situation.