That's it, no more Mr. Nice guy...
The last two weeks have been, needless to say, fun times but very hard to explain in such a limited way. I've found that many of my friends are going through that part of life that happens to many post-graduate folks where you kind of know what you want to do, but might be having problems with figuring it out in the long run. Honestly, it's okay. I'm going through that myself, and it's funny being out in the working world for more than a year because there are so many things that I want to do know that I didn't really want to do back in college.
I'm trying to do rock climbing so that I have something to do year round, and I hope that I can keep up. There's just something really cool about hanging several stories above the ground like Spiderman trying to figure out how to go higher.
Grad school is around the corner, and I know that. What? Industrial Design so far seems to be the right path unless something comes my way that really zings me. Which really there would only be about 4 or 5 things, which is pretty limited but could potentially pose a problem latter on in the year.
Valentines Day I feel is there for some reason, but I still don't know what for. I had to deal with a declared "ex" friend of recent. Basically there's this girl who wanted to have me be there as a "special" friend. To have sleep overs with, to be able to hold and look into my eyes and enjoy my smile, and to be extra close and adventuresome with. I don't need that kind of stuff from a girl who hasn't talked to me in person for more than 2.5 years... and for that matter I have NO attraction to. I hate to say it but for most of the time I was being nice to her simply out of pity.
After removing her from my friend list off Myspace, which apparently can be a big fucking deal, she sent me an email that was a declaration of the removal of our friendship. Fine, I don't give a CRAP. I don't care about her, the fact that she needs to see a psychiatrist, or that she has always been a bit creepy.
I care about friends, family, people I don't really even know. But when you break my personal space zone, you can just simply take a chill pill... your bucket of crack... your other bucket of vicadin... and your crazyness elsewhere.
I'm trying to do rock climbing so that I have something to do year round, and I hope that I can keep up. There's just something really cool about hanging several stories above the ground like Spiderman trying to figure out how to go higher.
Grad school is around the corner, and I know that. What? Industrial Design so far seems to be the right path unless something comes my way that really zings me. Which really there would only be about 4 or 5 things, which is pretty limited but could potentially pose a problem latter on in the year.
Valentines Day I feel is there for some reason, but I still don't know what for. I had to deal with a declared "ex" friend of recent. Basically there's this girl who wanted to have me be there as a "special" friend. To have sleep overs with, to be able to hold and look into my eyes and enjoy my smile, and to be extra close and adventuresome with. I don't need that kind of stuff from a girl who hasn't talked to me in person for more than 2.5 years... and for that matter I have NO attraction to. I hate to say it but for most of the time I was being nice to her simply out of pity.
After removing her from my friend list off Myspace, which apparently can be a big fucking deal, she sent me an email that was a declaration of the removal of our friendship. Fine, I don't give a CRAP. I don't care about her, the fact that she needs to see a psychiatrist, or that she has always been a bit creepy.
I care about friends, family, people I don't really even know. But when you break my personal space zone, you can just simply take a chill pill... your bucket of crack... your other bucket of vicadin... and your crazyness elsewhere.