So I’m sitting here, friday reading the following AIM away messages:
partying!! 
it’s not just a party
It’s a kick@$$ party
and
Partying
when it hits me like Eric Rebbe on ice skate: Im a fucking loser.
Mind, you i already knew this, so it was more like getting hit by Rebbe on ice skates, slowy bringing myslef to stand, then getting Heismen-ed by Sczilagy carrying football. And, as i lay here, on the astroturf/ice rink, i think back on my “life” over the past 4 1/2 years, and here is all i can come up with:
2000 Entered country day
2002 Asked Jenna Eliassen to a movie (total disaster)
thats it folks. Damn. And, as this school year flies by at record pace, almost half way done already, it doesn’t look like im making any progress. For a while now, ive used the excuse (mind you, only to myself, trying to rationalize my lack of life) of, “when i can drive”, always imagining myslef pulling up to my dates house, with her waiting outside anxiously, rolling down the window of my Mom’s red lexus and saying “Sorry, you have to sit in the trunk, this car only has 2 seats and i cant drive by myself yet”. The driving thing is a pretty good excuse, but lets face it, when i get a swanky car, i still won’t have a life. So, here, proposed for all to see, i declare that “I, Nathaniel Lloyd Wilkie, Born April 26th, 1989, Will have a girlfriend at one point during the 2004-2005 school year, or, i shall shave my head for final exam week.”
There we go.
Now, lets hope someone reads this before i change my mind and delete this.
