Wednesday, October 12, 2011

College Improv Kicks Me While I'm Down - Andrew

College Improv has been solidly kicking my ass since I got here. I'll admit I've tried out for
every improv troupe here I could and haven't even come close to making it into
one. Now I know what you trolls are going to say: "Cause you're not funny,
fuckface" or "Andrew? More like Andnotfunnyrew." Well thank you
in advance for your comments because I'm sure they will be quite clever. you
assholes. Now I thought this time would be as good a time as any to talk about
failure. We all fall short at some point or another. Most of us fail all the
time. There is nothing wrong with failing innately. However the problem comes
because at some point we tend to give up; whether it's on a class, on a friend,
or on a dream. I remember the summer after my first year of wrestling I went to
a team camp with some of the guys from the team. My record was 2-13. Few things
are worse than having to wake up every day and know with almost complete
certainty that you will be manhandled and brutalized 3 to 4 times that day. But
at wrestling camp it's still easy to keep on wrestling because you're kind of
stuck there. and no wrestler is going to go to his coach and team and say
"Coach, I'm a little tired of losing, I think I'm just going to
stop." Well, he might if he wanted the permanent name of "Pussybitch
Mcgee." Wrestlers are mean. But the problem with regular life, and regular
things is that there is no coach, and sometimes there's nobody to hold you
accountable but you. And it's up to you to say "I am no quitter" and
keep on pushing forward even when everything around you seems to be pushing
back. I am not going to stop making jokes because some college assholes didn't
think mine were any good. Don't think I'm saying do as I do, because I'm not
perfect. But don't quit as I won't and maybe we'll all get somewhere. So get
your face up off the ground, do work, and get shit done.
-Rew

Monday, October 3, 2011

Whoa. College.

Well, college is hard. I would articulate upon that, but I have way too many things to write and trains to catch. Today has been a constant struggle to resist stabbing everybody on the street with the metal wire from my notebook, before blacking out in the crosswalk and letting a UPS truck mutilate me. Heh. I imagine the delivery truck crushing my bones and leaving two crimson ruts of smeared Connor all over the pavement, and the camera pans out over the scene as a spokesman says "What can Brown do for you?" I'll tell you what you can do UPS. Write my papers. Prevent me from doing idiotic things to the people who love me. Remind that I'm never as smart as I think I am. Punch me in the face every once in a while to humble me. Blehg. I'm a fool. I have things planned for later this week, but for now I have to skee-daddle before I fail out of college.
- Con