What is it about dudes that don't shower? You know, the ones that have the two- or three-day-old scruff loitering around their jawline, the unintentionally tousled hair, probably went out biking or climbing or whatever a few days ago and didn't feel like showering... sigh. They are so god damn attractive sometimes.

Maybe it's the taboo syndrome - the social stigma against them. Society has taught us to dodge those individuals who are not hyper-hygienic. Forbidden fruit! A solid "up yours!" to the authority figures. Screw your ideals of attractive, society! I'm totally cool with an unshowered boy.

I'm sick of men who are meticulously groomed or men who smell better than I do or men who exfoliate and pluck their way into their good looks. Perhaps it's because I'm constantly surrounded by gay dudes; I'm at the point where I automatically assume that if you're a guy who dresses nicely and has used shampoo in the last 24 hours that you are a homosexual.

Or maybe it's the return to the masculine man, you know? Like the T-Birds. Kenickie didn't shower every day, I'm sure of it. (Granted, he was very into his hair, but it was slicked back with grease, for god's sake.) The rock star, covered in sweat after playing a killer set? Hot. And the great hero is always the sexiest when he's all covered in crap after saving the world. MEN. You know? Men.

I'm not saying that dirt, grime, and/or grease necessarily turn me on, but I think these dudes can be as sexy as those who are considered classically attractive. And you know the best part about dirty guys? When they clean themselves up, they look extra hot. Best of both worlds, bitches.

Rawr.

Of course I've already seen the "Star Wars" exhibit at the Science Museum. Who do you think I am?






Now, the exhibit itself was not as extensive as the most die-hard of "Star Wars" fans would have liked it to be, but it was still pretty sweet. They even had a section of the exhibit dedicated to Kashyyyk (the Wookiee planet). I will say that there is a severe lack of a few KEY characters, and there was quite a lot of stuff from the prequels (which nobody really gives a shit about), but it was definitely worth it to see Obi-Wan's lightsaber, and I don't even mean that in the dirty way.

-Just to warn you: I've become ridiculously boring.

-I'm still completely immersed in "Lost." I'm currently on season three, where everything gets all fucked up. Well, obviously the whole show is fucked up, but I mean, this is really fucked up.

-My arms hurt. Really badly. It's that good "I've been working out a lot in the last month" kind of hurt, but it's still pain. Oh yeah, did I mention that I'm shedding pounds like... something that sheds things well? Some sort of high-powered shedding machine? Well, I am. And it's pretty cool.

-I'm back to the whole "I have a crush on everybody but can accomplish actual flirting with nobody" situation. Excellent. Oh god, do I suck at this whole "flirt with boys" thing. I'm finally above guttural noises and can actually form complete sentences, but dude. Dude. I am twenty-three years old. I should have been flirting for like ten years at this point, and successfully flirting for at least five of them. Jesus H. I'll get there.

-I feel weird that I have absolutely zero concept of who the Jonas Brothers are. Should I care? And why? I've seen a lot of pictures of the singer doing the splits, and while the still shot makes him look like some kind of bad ass rock star man, my instincts tell me otherwise. I've heard things like "Disney" and "purity rings" and "Miley Cyrus" mentioned in the same breath with these dudes. Maybe I should retract my question and continue to be blissfully ignorant.

-You know what I love? Tilapia. For real. I've been eating a lot of fish lately and I can't stop thinking about tilapia. Ever. Especially parmesan-crusted tilapia. Or jalapeno-crusted tilapia. Ohhhhhh god I need to stop right now.

-I'm loving that it is raining almost every day. Does this indicate that I should move to Seattle? Is that cliché to say that? Yeah. Retraction. Gross.

-Back to this flirting business. I've decided that it's stupid. Flirting is a game. I hate games. I don't play that shit. Done and done -- over it. Thank you, Blogger, for giving me the avenue to discover my inner self-confidence around the male gender, just in time to go to a social gathering of local rock stars and artists who are all single males between the ages of 24-27. Perfect.

-Oh yeah, I've taken some photos lately. If you haven't seen them yet, you probably should.















Think Velocity.

I started watching "Lost" a week ago today. It was the worst decision I've ever made.

I'm serious. I'm planning my life around having enough free time to watch more than three episodes in a day. I've almost (almost) called in sick to work. I make social plans and then break them because I can't stop thinking about the show.

Do not start watching "Lost." Just don't. You'll wake up one morning and realized you spent an entire week in front of the television. Jesus.

Ever felt like a genre was created with you in mind? I just discovered mine. Try nerdcore hip hop on for size. My current favorite artist is mc chris. Check out "nrrrd grrrl."

That's all for now.