Why I Like This Photo

I really like this photo of myself. I was just perusing the photos on my computer and came across it. It's a combination of a lot of things I really like. Such as:
1 Coca-Cola
2 A Hawaiian shirt with some sort of khaki lower body clothing
3- A well worn Minnesota Twins hat, cocked at the perfect angle
4- A seductive pose
5- Japan, which also represents travel in general

So yeah, I like it. Tonight we had a jazz concert. And you know, it was fun. It was just fun to get together with a swinging band and making music. And since I will be abroad next year, it was my last opportunity to play with practically everyone in the band. I mean, I've only been in the Jazz Orchestra for this semester thus far, but it's been a good one. I'll miss it. I've made up my mind, I have to play some jazz in England. In other jazz news, I bought two CD's the other day. The complete recording of Ellington at Newport in 1956, and a Dave Brubeck album. I'm excited for them to come tomorrow. Good music to listen to. Well, I haven't talked much about my usual topic, which is my dysfunctional relationships with the opposite gender. They're still dysfunctional. Although I've actually befriended the oboe girl that I was intent on wooing in the fall. After I got off that little kick, we've been running into each other a lot, so we talk about stuff. We walked back from the music building last night and had a wonderful little chat about history and anthropology. The situation with the more recent blond oboe girl is dead. I realized that I was interested in her for all the wrong reasons, and rightly gave up. It was a good idea. The latest dysfunctional story has to do, oddly enough, with a girl I've never met. I've never even spoken two words to her. The only reason I know of her, is that she is going to Nottingham next year. And I've seen her profile on facebook (a college myspace). Other than such internet knowledge, I have no idea who she is. At all. If I ever see her on campus, I just try and smile meekly at her. But I don't know, there's something, some essence I am sensing from these photos that tells me she is something special. The problem is that it is well documented that when I have an intention to woo a girl, things go disasterously. As is the case with oboe girl, when I don't, I am much more natural and get along quite better. It's just so ridiculous to think about a girl I've never met like this. And I want to get to know her. This leaves one solution. I must block all these thoughts out. I don't know, I'm sure more details will emerge in the coming year. Man, I'm tired. It's been a long day. Anyways, I hope everyone is doing well.