All I do is watch people I don't give a F*#K

You see what I did with that title? See how culturally relevant I am? Oh my stars I am so hilarious everybody loves me.

Enough with the obvious. I was sitting in Ochem yesterday barely staying awake when I spied my TA across the room sitting with all of the other TAs for that class, and I noticed something peculiar about him...He had his arm almost around the TA (also male) sitting next to him, and if I'm not mistaken I think that he was basically hanging on every word that the other TA said.

Now, obviously I'm probably wrong about the two of them and they're probably just good friends, but thinking about my observation throughout the rest of the day prompted me to come to an interesting conclusion about myself.

When times are tough or I need to do some soul searching or I'm looking for a little more self awareness concerning my life, I turn to people watching for the answer. Many a time have I been watching a person or group of people and I have projected my thoughts onto them. If I'm looking for personal enlightenment about myself I'll look for somebody doing something similar to what I would do, and I'll just watch them for a little bit and let my mind wander to thoughts about myself. If I'm looking for interpersonal relationship advice from my psyche I'll look for a group of people that resemble my friend group and I'll do the same.

I'm not sure if it's normal, and I frankly don't care, but realizing this about myself is pretty interesting I think. What this observation says about why I was watching the two TAs is probably neither here nor there. Probably.

Melodies and Moroseness

I have been obsessed with this song for the past few days and I don't really know why. I have watched it so many times I could probably reenact it for you if you asked me to. But I won't because that's weird and why would you ask me to do that? Go away we're not friends I don't even know you.

In other news I've been finding myself feeling rather morose lately (good vocabulary word, eh?). This time, though, my moroseness isn't the cause of unrequited love and oh woe is me or any of that bullshit that I complained about so much last quarter.

Well okay it sort of is, but not in the way that you probably think. I'm no longer lamenting the fact that the object of my affection won't ever like me back due to obvious sexual orientation issues (He, unfortunately, NO EAT DA POO POO). I'm more stuck on the fact, this time, that I can't seem to convince myself that said unattraction is true. I mean obviously it's true, obviously he won't ever like me, I mean for fuck's sake he told me right to my face. For some reason though my brain keeps telling me that there's a chance still and I hate myself for even contemplating that.

Don't get me wrong though, I am trying to move on. It's just proving to be surprisingly difficult as of late. I can't seem to shake my feelings and move on like it seems so many others do. I guess part of having an addictive personality is having an obsessive personality too.

My friend told me to watch this video by the vlog brothers that I missed a while back, and I finally got around to watching it yesterday and I have subsequently decided that this is how I'm going to fix my life. I need to focus on being a friend and that's IT. We'll see how it goes.

New Prospects in Lab

I'm rather excited today and I haven't posted in a while so I figured that I'd try and write SOMETHING. So here goes.

I thought when I woke up this morning that today was going to be a shitty day, considering that I had an ecology lab from 12:30 - 3:20 but it turns out that today has probably been the best day all week. My lab TA loves me (as far as I can tell) and my lab partner seems pretty outgoing and like she'll do all of the talking for me when we have to interact (good thing). I was thinking that I'd ask my TA if I could work alone for the quarter because I always get things done so much faster if I don't have to worry about what my partner is doing or whether I'm smiling enough to make them like me. (and they don't throw out or god damned sample, but that's another story).

I'm excited about my TA liking me though because that means she's going to ask me to help out around the lab. It's been my impression that TAs usually choose one "pet" and use them to handle small things that the other students shouldn't have to worry about. I'm happy to do it though because this might be my one chance at an "in" into the biology department at one of the more popular labs if I play my cards right. By this time next quarter I could be working on some actual science! WOO!

I'm so cool.

Being "Famous" in the Internet Age

I've had to face facts recently: I'm not "interesting" to the world at large and I'm not exactly sad about it.

I'm not all that interesting, or different, or extraordinary in any way really, and to be honest you probably aren't either. The (sad?) fact of the matter is that not many people are going to end up being the next Einstein, Curie, or Darwin, most people aren't going to be born rich like Paris Hilton, or get a reality show because of a sex tape like Kim Kardashian. This sad fact is made more bearable by the knowledge that you might not be the most important, but you still might be relatively important, to some people, maybe, if you play your cards right.

I came to this realization while perusing the populace that twitter counts among its members (myself included). The grand majority of the plebeians that count twitter as their social network of choice are exactly like you and me in that they are completely and totally ordinary. Most of them live perfectly happy, boring, safe, middle of the road lives. That's alright though because -At the risk of sounding like a Negative Nancy straight out of communist Russia- everybody serves their place in society, however mundane that place might be. Not everyone is able to run a country or make important scientific discoveries or provide entertainment to the masses. The point is, we all aspire to be those people.

Now if you think I'm setting up some kind of argument for the veneration of the upper class, or putting down the working class in some way let me direct you to the big red X in the corner of this page, because you're wrong and stupid and you haven't let me finish. Keep reading.

It doesn't matter that a grand majority of us are going to live fairly normal, easygoing, and only mildly productive lives, because if we look at society as a whole a bunch of little people doing a lot of little things makes great progress. And if everyone tries their hardest to be like Einstein, Curie, or Darwin, then we have a collective that is...well...collectively accomplishing things.

I think that's why we have famous people in the world, not because they're inherently better than anybody, or because they did everything by themselves (indeed, most famous people didn't become famous alone) but because we need some shining example of "productivity" to aspire to be like in order to keep society chuggin' along.

"But Luc," you might say "hasn't this all been said before by cooler, more important people than you?" 


To which I might respond "Why yes, dear reader, you're right, perhaps you should read on."


Alternatively you might say something like "Well, duh". In which case I hate you shut up.


In any case that brings me to my next point of observation.


Remember those people on twitter I was talking about? The completely boring ones? Well a lot of them have dozens, maybe even hundreds of followers. And their tweets get retweeted, and they get dozens of @replies a day. They're "famous" in a way that people weren't able to be 20 years ago, and I find that completely fascinating. Fascinating that an otherwise average mother of 3 living in Kentucky can have 200 followers from..well...anywhere on the planet, that read and respond to her tweets, or read what she has to say on her blog and comment.

I don't exactly know how to express how excited that makes me. Not just because people might read what I have to say on my blog (hint) but because it opens up a channel through which "normal" people can be heard by the world at large in a manner that was impossible, or at least incredibly difficult, before the internet. It makes me wonder at what an average person can actually accomplish through social media, and it makes me think that maybe, just maybe, I'm not as average as I think I am.

So next time somebody tells you that they're a "social media expert" you can marvel at the implications that has in today's modern world. Right after you stop punching them in the face for describing themselves as a "social media expert".

Not Exactly What I Wanted

My only real friends this break.

It's clear that I don't enjoy spending prolonged periods of time with my family at home. At least not when we're so confined like we are right now. But I'm more uncomfortable at home right now that I have been in a long time because my mother and sister aren't speaking to one another right now.

Everything is fine before my sister gets home from work, but as soon as she does my mother just clams up and stops talking to literally everybody in the house, and when she does speak it's terse and with thinly veiled disdain. 

I can understand my mom's frustration at having to live in my sister's house for the last 2 years, but in all honesty she could get a consulting job, or she could retire, and she could move into her own apartment somewhere if she really hates it here so much. That, or she could demand that my sister start paying her for what she does around here, and to be honest she does a shit load of work. Pardon my french.

So for now I guess I'm just holed up in my my nephew's room playing video games until it's time for me to go back to school. What a great fucking spring break. Party hard.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder...

Rejoice one and all for I have returned to this, the hallowed blogosphere that is Blogger. For the purposes of creating text posts and reviews and such I have determined that Tumblr is really just not for me in that regard. Additionally I've decided that it is way too much of a time sink and I shan't be going there much in the future.

It's been more than a year since I essentially stopped writing on this blog, and a lot has happened in that time. I'm looking back on the posts I have published here and I don't think I want them to stick around for very long. Obviously I don't have many readers here on OMG It's Luc. I don't expect that to change, but I think I'm going to go back and delete the older, less refined, posts that I no longer identify with.

Anyway, enough of that.

It's spring break right now and like any good college student I've been sleeping 12+ hours a night and have been staying up until approximately 5AM every day. I think I've developed these sleeping habits because I can't stand my family in such close quarters. 

Obviously it's natural to hate your family, but you'd think I'd have more than one day home before I'm back to wishing that I was at school. Nope. Not here. Not in a house built for 4, maybe 5, with a current population of 7 and sometimes 8. Not in a household where "inside voices" means screaming at the top of your lungs.

Seriously, I love my family, but I can't fucking stand them most of the time. Especially not when they're all together in the same room. I think it speaks to how much I'm growing up that I feel this way too. I mean, that's what you measure growing up in right? Familial hatred?

I wanna go back to school.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but close quarters make me want to shank a bitch.

Best Song Ever.

Found this song yesterday thanks to a friend, and I'm terribly appalled that it doesn't have more than 1 million views yet. It's been out for 2 months and yet only 120,000 views? And Rebecca Black has millions of views? I'm offended.

Faith in humanity? What's that?