Can You Teach Me How to Jerk?

I have to admit something to you. I'll whisper it. Come closer. A little closer. Now back away because I almost kissed your ear. I'm not like that.

I'm not on the cutting edge of music. Most music. I'm pretty cutting edge when it comes to indie rock and acoustic jams because of my roommates. They're so cutting edge. Especially Emerson - he's razor sharp. Emerson isn't allowed to hold babies anymore because of what happened to the last one. But when it comes to all other music, which is like 97%, we're clueless. We get things four years after they come out. Like that time my Uncle Patrick upgraded to Windows 95 after Y2K because he was finally convinced that computers were safe.

Justin will tell you that it's because all other music sucks. He'll probably make some sort of analogy using "faggot." Truth be told, though, it's because it's hard to keep up with music. I get most of it from Justin and Emerson, and keeping up with them is hard enough. If I wanted to add another genre, I'd have to start drinking Gatorade constantly to replenish and refuel. Electrolytes. They're what I crave.

Okay, I'll ask you - have you heard of the jerk movement? I just read an article about in from the L.A. Weekly. Apparently it all started at Hamilton High in L.A., which is like three miles from where Justin grew up. One kid who had a superpower for sick beats moved in, and out of that high school like eighteen jerk rappers and dance groups became famous. It sounds exactly like Footloose. And they were still in high school. Teenagers would line the parking lot for a chance to see them leaving classes. The only time I've ever seen that happen was when Lewis Chase called in a bomb threat on my school and the police escorted him out in handcuffs. Later they found a paper towel roll spray painted to look like a pipe bomb. It was filled with newspaper clipping. We all agreed Lewis Chase was the lamest loner ever, but secretly I wanted to be him.

The problem with the L.A. Weekly article is that I found it two days ago, but it was published in the summer of 2009. I'm almost two years behind. And I still can't do the dance.



That's Audio Push - Oktane and Pricetag. They're my new idols. They do this one move called "the Reject." It's like the Running Man but backwards. I got a concussion earlier today when I tried it and tripped on the cat Justin is keeping for the weekend. Emerson said he would've picked it up but he wasn't allowed to after what happened with the baby. Remember?

I can't tell Justin about my new obsession because he'll just make fun of me, but Emerson is totally in. We watched this music video like six times today, and all we can do is the U.F.O. We're thinking about putting together a dance crew called Megaphlexx. Just the two of us, and maybe that one white kid in the video. I'm pretty sure I've seen him at Yogurtland before.

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I live with Emerson and Justin. We're going on like two years now, which is a pretty good record. We've seen both a winter and summer Olympics, and that's more than my Uncle Patrick and his wife can say. She was like twenty years younger than him. I don't think he watched the Olympics anyway. Emerson is cool. He's handsome and has this great tie collection. Justin can cause a little bit of friction.

Case in point: I think Justin took my copy of Muppet Treasure Island. I'll never see it again, because a) he's way too cool to admit he liked it, and b) if there ever was a fight, he could take both Emerson and me. I imagine one of those situations where I fall and hit my head just right on the corner of the coffee table and even though it was an accident he gets charged with manslaughter. Then he'd be sorry he took that VHS. Yes, it was a VHS. The point it, he wouldn't hesitate to fight us. It's not the same relationship anymore.

Man, that felt good. It felt good to let that out, especially the part about the friction between Justin and Emerson. Sometimes I feel like we ignore that like I ignored the monster under my bed. I never told my parents, and that's something I've regretted everyday. If I had, maybe my cat would still be alive. That's why I write this blog. I'm letting these things out. I'm telling you about my life and my friends. Frank suggested it. He said I needed someone to talk to, so I chose a computer.

We don't get along as well as we used to, but we look great together. We're hipsters. And, okay, maybe I'm exaggerating with the friction. We still have house dinners, and though it's been a long time since we had a band practice, we could rock hard if given the chance. Our band name is Megaphlexx. Well, that was the one I chose. It's funny, because it's ridiculous. They really didn't go for it.

I had to type the word havelgoins to create a blog. I guess they had to make sure I wasn't a robot, because robots can't read words written in the shape of a rainbow. I thought it was fortuitous, because I used to have a beta fish named Havelgoins. Actually, he was named Scott and he died of fish food poisoning, but his Confirmation name was Havelgoins. He was Catholic.

Today Justin, Em and I went to this Vietnamese restaurant. We were the only people there, besides our waitress and a man I think was her father. He sat in a corner booth and watched me eat. Afterwards, I broke open my fortune cookie and there were four fortunes inside. Four fortunes! I am either very lucky, or cursed, and I'm pretty sure I was cursed by that seven fingered gypsy lady I almost hit when I was leaving my high school parking lot for open lunch. One paper slip said "Draw near to your family." It seemed like an empty threat from the waitress's father, so I ignored it. The second one said, "Your most memorable dream will come true." Highly doubt that, unless there really is an iceberg made of cherry jello floating somewhere in the North Atlantic.

But the third and fourth said, "Friends will prove their loyalty in the coming days." I like that one. I like my friends, and though I call Justin a tool nice guy behind his back, I like to think they're all loyal. And that's probably what this blog is about.

I'd love it if you came back every once and a while. Heck, I'd love it if you read at all. I'll talk a little more about my friends, and maybe I can convince a few to guest blog. I know Justin will. He talks all the time.