Uhhhhhhhhhh this is pointless.
I'm learning about Buddhism in my World Religions class. I think I want to be a Buddhist. We just finished studying Hinduism, and I'm just so glad I'm finally learning about all these religions that I've always been fascinated with. They're so cool. Cool as a cucumber.
Oy with the poodles already. I really think that this terminal boredom I've been enduring for the past season or two... needs to stop. I'm really quite sick of it. Nothing I do seems to help, and there is nothing I hate more than being bored.
Haha, "Captain Love" in The Mask of Zorro really looks like a pansy when he fights. And I mean that in the nicest possible way. ::Sigh:: Sooooo besides my boredom, I am dealing with... what - my dad retiring, although I already mentioned that... I really am not going to survive it. He and I will kill each other - every word out of our mouths will just make the other angry. And it will go on and on forever, until one of us dies.
Isn't that a jolly thought? Besides that, today my mom said to me on the phone, "You've hardly used any minutes on your phone this month," and I thought about it and it's entirely true... and so I said, "Yeah, that's because I have no friends..."
She thought I was joking. Ha. Yeah, so of course I then started crying in the optometrist's office (that's where I was at the time), and had to pretend that my eyes were just watering really badly from the eye drops they'd given me.
I am as cool as they come.
I've also come to the conclusion that I will NOT become an old lady with a bunch of cats. The reason is not that I know I will find someone to spend the rest of my life with, but rather that... I really don't like cats very much. The two that we have right now are driving me insane.
So, I will be a crazy, lonely, friendless, bored girl whose ultimate demise will be her father's retirement.
Ah, what a life I lead.
Oh, also: there's this guy at work who gives me advice occasionally, about guys and love, etc. I don't know why he does. He just does. Last week he told me that I focus too much on looks in guys. That I fall for guys based purely on how they look, and so I end up falling for the wrong ones. Basically I took this to mean that I am incapable of getting an attractive guy. But I've been thinking about it, and... it's kind of true. I mean, I think he was going a little overboard when he said I fall for guys based purely on how they look, but that is... definitely the biggest part of it - I mean, I also go by their obvious mannerisms and the way they act toward me, but... mostly I'll see a guy, and I immediately try to picture what we would look like together. If he doesn't fit one of the "types" I have in my head, he's out. Period. Then, of course, I give him some imaginary personality traits, and voila! All of a sudden (in my deranged mind) we're soul mates.
Maybe I should work on that?
Apparently one of Jules' guy friends (one of her billions of guy friends) sort of likes me. He was the one that I talked to the most at that dance Jules threw two weeks ago. And he's apparently not incredibly religious. So, why am I not excited? (Hint: the reason probably has to do with that whole paragraph about looks...) Bah.
Bah. ..Black..sheep...
I'm working tomorrow. So is... whats-his-face. That guy that I really shouldn't like because I don't really know him. Yeah. Him. ::Sigh:: Probably basing that entire thing on looks, too.
::BIG SIGH::