The Real World... you never saw.

I was in 4th grade when I tried to audition for an MTV reality show. I didn't make it into the final cut. I didn't make it ti any cuts either. I don't think that MTV cared about a 10-year-oldpre-pubescent boy auditioning for a show whose mother channel's targer market are those 18-25.
8 years later, here I am caught in a situation I wanted to dive upon as a kid. The only difference now is that I don't want to be here. Yes, we're 7 in the house. Yes, we're strangers. Bot NO, this is not an MTV production. Like Bo bice's debut, this is The Real Thing.
Since I'm one of the "cast" (and this is my blog) and this isn't China, I have every right to air my views on the internet. So allow me to share some interesting tidbits, biased informations, and blasphemous accusations worthy of Mike Arroyo's libel suit. And since I'm always abot to blow up despite the tranquility mantra I'm doing and all, let me drop the bomb. gently.
A show wouldn't do well without its villains, right? So lets just say I'm expanding the definition of patronage by paying tribute and honoring them as A Border's Nightmare: The Gruesome Threesome. Unfortunately for them, I don't budge. Hey, I'm no Survivor 2s resident devil, Jeff Varner fan for nothing! And thankfully for them, they have gotten a little softer since new year. Weird. Like having Paris Hilton not having sex. So I try to put on a smile to reciprocate their fakeness. Talk things I don't really care about just to be civil. I no longer mind the noise they're making, no longer cleaning up the mess they're leaving... basically being them.
But in a way, just by being fake and being the person that I don't like, I'm starting to enjoy life in the house. As long as I don't wake up to noise or earthquakes when in it was just my housemate jerking off.