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A few days ago, I realized that I was being an ass as a general thing. I was kind of shocked by that moment. I mean, I know I'm a sarcastic bastard in general, but when I realized I was saying things that were fairly mean, just because there was a tiny kernel of humor in them, I was a little surprised at myself. At home, I'm always considered the "nice guy", a person who is polite and somewhat funny, (or at least that was the impression that I got from others). When I came home for October break (halfway through the first semester), apparently I had become "more of a boy." This was from one of my sister's friends, and it was not said in a good way. I guess that meant that I had become ruder and less caring. That kind of hit me out of the blue. So I thought about that and came back to school, and tried to be less of the stereotypical boy. I thought I was doing ok, but then this struck me. One of my friends had a really rough friday night (he got kissed by another guy, and he is extremely straight), and I haven't let him live it down. Admittedly, his reaction is hysterical, and there are so many opportunities to make fun of him. However, one of my older female friends asked why me and my roommate make so much fun of him if we actually like him. I thought about that for a while, and realized that I don't really like him as a friend that much. He's a great classmate, but I could do without him in the social scene. After I realized that, I thought to myself "Well, you've made fun of him way too much for anyone normal to take, and he has still come back. Maybe it's not worth it." So I'm going to see what I can do about not saying asinine things on a regular basis anymore. I'll work on keeping my mouth shut, and just chuckling to myself. We'll see how that goes.

On a brighter note, I think that a girl is trying to get into my pants! She's really beautiful, and has a great personality, has told me that I'm cute multipule times (drunk and sober), and just recently broke up with her boyfriend. So, unless I am completely misinterpreting the situation, I might actually have a chance. Sweet!

Also, I think I misnamed this blog. I'm actually very rarely enraged, although I am sort of a wookie. I was having rage issues when I made this blog, so it seemed appropriate at the time. Maybe it should be called "Musings of a Yeti" since I've been called that as well . . . Nah. "Ramblings of an Enraged Wookie" has a certain ring to it that I like. Well, if anyone is reading this - let me know what you think!

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