Red, red, red is the color of my...face
All right, just because I am going to be a Dr. (I love saying that) does not mean I am as sharp as the other pencils in the box. So I mentioned about an interest I had. Being the open type, that I am, I post it with pride. Go me. So I go on with my life and enjoy myself immensely. Now comes Fri. and a certain somebody (no names mentioned) goes out with the boys and I. Now the evening is filled with intrigue, mystery, and tunnels to which I am sure this somebody, hell we’ll call him Mmm… Mevan, is truly bored. So we break up the evening with chat (actually we get off subject frequently). At this point Mevan inserts his foot into his mouth and sits in front of me muffling some conversation I cannot understand (Oosha boo, he’s so cute when he fumbles). Well, from there on we had more tunnels, shields, and droids. The next day, Saturday, was great fun. I got to see Anthony. I just love that boy. I miss him terribly. We have not been able to see each other very often as of late, so this was a treat. Sunday roles around and looks to be a normal day. That is until, dun dun dun, I tell Mevan my lj name. Now being the open person I am, I have absolutely no problem with this. It was not until he asked about the Sept 29 entry and if it was about him I realize the true extent of my openness. Oh dear, can’t get out of this one with brilliant deception (well I guess I could but I don’t like lying) You think my face turns red when somebody says the “C” word? You should have seen me yesterday.
So yes, I am very sharp, but when you are a crayon amongst a see of pencils it just does not count. Oh and to add to the weirdness that is my life, I go home to read my emails and this was my horoscope… You may get ahead of yourself a little bit and say more than you mean to -- but it'll work out soon. In fact, it might just break the ice enough to really get things flowing.
Now I am off to write my paper. Wee-fucking-haa. Hopefully I can get the outline and the first two pages done today.
So yes, I am very sharp, but when you are a crayon amongst a see of pencils it just does not count. Oh and to add to the weirdness that is my life, I go home to read my emails and this was my horoscope… You may get ahead of yourself a little bit and say more than you mean to -- but it'll work out soon. In fact, it might just break the ice enough to really get things flowing.
Now I am off to write my paper. Wee-fucking-haa. Hopefully I can get the outline and the first two pages done today.