Wake, up kids, we've got the dreamers' disease...

Watching the Real World Austin gives me a new lease on life. Wes, the consummate renaissance man and aristocrat, is rarely more poignant than when he attempts valiantly to explain the intricacies of relationships to Danny, an earnest young man who has been through every trial imaginable in his short visit to the Lone Star State.

When I watch the Real World Austin, I feel as if somehow incomprehensible burdens have been lifted from my shoulders: my thoughts regain cogency, and the feelings and emotions that consume my 'essence' wash away in an organic stew of simmering bliss. Swirl away into me, O Real World Austin! Your constant harbingering molds my destiny in ways that cannot be summed into mere 'words' or 'logic.'

The torrent of activity between Nehemiah and Rachel! The steely eyes of Lacey! The sensuous abstraction that is Johanna intertwined with the precise, defined Wes! Mel and Danny! Truly you have blessed all of us with a deluge, a myriad of riches!

When does pleasure stop and passion begin? Where do emotion and time connect? I'm not sure, but I'll bet it has something to do with "The Dizzie Rooster," a sanctuary for those who are weary, burdened, and ready to commence their immersion into the enchanting experience that is "college life."

If I could describe the Real World's heart-pulsating, mind-quivering drama in one simple phrase, it would be "so polite, we're busy still saying please." I think you all know what I mean by that. Now holla back.