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Nerd Word(s): Playing the role

Playing the role
- verb

1. Doing something you normally wouldn't do. Most often with regards to a member of the opposite sex.

[ Origin: In Mallrats Brody's(Jason Lee) girlfriend asks, "You really want to know?" to which he responds, "I asked, didn't l? I'm playing the role of the concerned guy" ]

- usage
"So what did you do for Valentine's day?"
"I played the role"

"He's totally playing the role. He's at Bed Bath and Beyond right now picking out curtains instead of watching the game."

- examples
Over the past 4 months I've probably made my bed around 50 times. That's approximately 50 times more than I had in the previous 15 years. Why? Ruthie told me she likes a "made bed"

When I first started dating Stacey I would shave daily even going against the grain because she didn't like stubble when we kissed.

- see also
Whipped, wus, tool

What does your car say about you?

I was recently clearing out some old documents when I came across a rough draft of the following blog entry. I had scrapped it since I wasn't really happy with it, but seeing as how I've since met the twins, and they both drive VW Beetles, I found it slightly amusing. I went ahead and finished it and cleaned up the text a little.

I've recently discovered that if you drive a Volkswagen, and you're a female then what your car says about you is, "Jesse is into me". I realized today that in the past year I've been attracted to no less(and probably more) than 3 girls who drive VW's. This came as a great shock to me so I decided to do some more research. According to a recent Gallup poll 92.3% of people with mommy parts who drive VW's are attractive to me(Note: Attractive not Attracted). This seemed like quite a significant number until I compared it to the baseline and realized that 88.6% of people with innies instead of outies are attractive to me. Oh …

My piano, okay. My guitar, maybe. My flute... Really? (Flute)

For the past two years my Mother has seen fit to buy me an odd instrument of some sort for Christmas. First it was a Charango(A lute like instrument), and this year a Kena(A South American Flute). They're both pretty neat, and while I've spent some time playing with them, it would be a far stretch of the imagination to say that I'm able to actually play either.

I mostly leave them sitting around in the condo next to the guitars and piano as conversation pieces. It also gives the illusion that I'm somehow worldly or musical, which I can assure you, I most certainly am not. If I could keep a beat and wasn't tone def I'd still be musically untalented, but my musical ineptitudes are not the the subject of this entry. The point is, that while I like these interesting instruments, they don't get as much use as they could.

On one particular day I was visited by my neighbors and their guests, who included 84. We were watching TV, or a movie or something which directe…

My piano, okay. My guitar, maybe. My flute... Really? (Piano)

The month following the guitar incident I was constantly asked my opinion on different guys. I'd often tell the story, or use it as a reference.
"At least this new guy didn't try to woo you with my guitar"

In early January I purchased a little midi keyboard/piano to plug in to my computer. I took a year of lessons when I was about 9, so I thought, 21 years later, I probably still "had it" and should see what I could do. On my third night of owning the keyboard, Rachel came over to visit. She had mentioned earlier that she had taken lessons, and as such, I asked her if she'd play something for me. After a little bit of bashfulness she agreed and walked over to the keyboard, which sat on top of my computer desk.

At the time I was working on my laptop, which also sits on my desk. As she began to play, a guy who will be known as suitor #84 came in to my room, saw the piano, and his face lit up(He plays the piano).

"Nice keyboard. Do you know the other half…

My piano, okay. My guitar, maybe. My flute... Really? (Guitar)

The Tuesday after I had met Ruth and Rachel we went to see Joshua Radin in concert. I didn't know who he was, and what little of his music I had heard sounded a little pixie dust and rainbows to me, but I figured I'd check it out anyhow. It was acoustic guitar, coffee shop type crap, which is something I'm sort of in to lately, and it wasn't a big venue so I figured it'd be fun. Oh yeah, and my beautiful neighbor had invited me... I guess that helped motivate me a little... but just a little.

On the way there, Ruth informed me that she had invited a friend of hers, who for the sake of anonymity, we'll refer to as Suitor #37. Apparently 37 was in to Ruth a little, and even though they'd known each other for a long time, nothing had really ever happened.

37 showed up about half way through the concert. Rachel and I were enjoying the music, and 37 and Ruth spent the majority of the time chatting behind us. I ended up really digging the show, which surprised me.

A…

My piano, okay. My guitar, maybe. My flute... Really? (Prologue)

Work has been busy this past week, and as such the blog is falling behind. I'll get to it when I can, but for now here's the beginning of a story I have yet to finish.
This story has been beat to death, but I never really posted it. If you've heard it before, do yourself a favor and stop reading now.

As loyal readers, or anyone who's been within 100 feet of me in the past few are well aware, 3 months ago I went to knock on my neighbor's door and set in to motion a series of events that would lead to a plethora of changes in my life. Suddenly I had the equivalent of two beautiful roommates whom I barely knew. Out of nowhere my life had changed from that of a typical nerd to what could pass for a prime time member of NBC's Thursday night "Must See TV".

Initially I was scared of having two "roommates". I'm not that great at having people around that often, and I tend to get annoyed easily. Luckily for me, Ruth and Rachel ended up being quite e…