Mysterious

I've reached the point of no motivation. How depressing. The semester's not even half over yet. I think it's a result of only taking two classes and one being Italian which really just kicks my butt. But, thankfully it's my last semester... of Italian that is. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. This is how over it I am. I'm deliberately missing my classes to blog and eat Lucky Charms... or shall I say Marshmallow Mateys? The good news is that this is the first time I've missed class all semester which may be a record for me. So there's that.

And then there's this man:

I have recently come to discover that while I thought I was a Master Pick-Up Artist, I was sadly mistaken. I've never been able to work a room quite like Mystery and Matador. Yeah, maybe I'll open up a set or two, but what does that matter when I can't manage to bounce with the guys I meet? Huh?

Basically, what I'm trying to say here is that I need to pick up my game. It's pretty rare that I'm actually feeling a guy and when I am, I just don't know what to do with myself. Really, it's just embarrassing. But anyway, I just wanted to give props to this love genius for doing what he does. He's my idol at the moment and I'm going to propose a female season for the Pick-Up Artist to VH1 because I think I could learn a lot from working with Mystery one on one.