The helpless fallen and slain

Here is something cool. Everyone I meet and become friends with thinks I am the most intelligent person that they have met. I am starting to meet more intelligent people then regular people, and I'm meeting more people that are like me in different ways. Everything is going pretty gravy on the social scene. I am putting together groups of diverse friends. As a schizophenic, I have to work hard on my social skills, and all of my trial and error over the semester is paying off. I am meeting cooler and cooler people who really dig me. The girls find me interesting. Fucking sweet.

Also, I have been working on my blog, and I am getting readers, not a lot of comments except for the HoB crew giving advice, but so far two people have commented on liking my blog, and one person called it brilliant.

All of my hard work trying to improve myself is paying off.

I just got down playing a guy at texas hold em, who has played for more than a year three times a week, and I beat him, with hardly any real experience under my belt. I just spent a lot of time thinking about each move, and then made good choices. While I was playing, I was asking him questions about how to play, and what I was thinking with my moves, and he agreed with me a lot and says "You're a poker player."

I will post some more good stuff later on tonight. I wanted to include this article I read on my favorite messageboard about how whether time slows down for you during times of crisis. Has a small tie in to schizophrenia, and I'll tell you about time stops. You are reading this now, after you have already read it. Backwardsology about to commence.

I am proud of the backward nature of my blog.