Eh... (changed title about 1/2 way through to) :: Le Sigh :: :)
-Poo.
-I had kind of a crappy day. It was kind of good at the same time, but it kinda sucked. I had to shut down some girl's game because I really didn't want to ask her out. I swear when you tell girls you are in a relationship they don't even hear it. She just kept on trying to get me to hit on her. I almost felt gay about it, that's how bad it was. I don't regret telling her I have a very significant other in the first paragraph of the conversation (if you have paragraphs in a conversation...) but I just kinda felt bad at first. After a few minutes though, I didn't hesitate to keep talking about my girlie and just how beautiful and perfect she is, which just kinda made me miss her even more than I already do. She really didn't want to hear about it, but I just kept my affection for my wookie quite on the forefront of our little awkward conversation. She started to get annoyed after a bit and pulled the "I have class" excuse (which didn't work for me, by the way) and just up and left. I felt bad for having to do that to her, but she was way too flirty for someone who just met a guy who talked about how awesome his girlfriend was for 15 minutes with her. She really was making me uncomfortable, so I had no choice. She probably won't try to run her game on me again, which is good. I just feel kinda weird about the whole situation though. It just sucked.
-I had some very stimulating conversation in my Comp II class today. I swear I got the best Comp teacher in the school. He's awesome. He's retiring at the end of the year and moving to Spain, so he's teaching the class how he wants to, rather than how the university says it should be done. He lets us talk about pertinent information like how real a character is in a book or movie and how false some people are. We are really allowed to have opinions about things. If we can back up what we say, we can say whatever we want. It's awesome. I was just sitting there and listening to this girl talk about how fake Shakespeare is and how exaggerated and inconceivable "Romeo and Juliet" is. She was saying it wasn't art because of its falsity. The worst part of it all was that so many other hopeless realists agreed with her. Where is the romance in application in society? People believe in it, but they all convince themselves that it's a crock because every second of every day isn't romanticized like it is in movies. I have news for all of you realists out there:
-Romance is everywhere, you just need to see things for what they are. Be passionate about something every day, if not love, be passionate about the weather or a sign you read or a class or a movie or something else that's real. Among those real things though, is love. True love, the only kind that is worth dying for, is the kind of love you can achieve when you lose the cynicism and love with the trusting yet wise heart we all can have. Our hearts should be breakable, because if nobody has the key to our heart to break it, how can we know that they love us enough to guard that key with the very fiber of their being. When you give someone this key (which is the embodiment of true love, that is, total and complete trust and affection and connection), and they give theirs to you, these keys should be taken care of like you would handle a fragile glass sculpture: attended to to maintain it's beauty and to prevent it from estrangement; admired for how truly beautiful it is; polished to make it unadulterated by any dust that it may have collected and to keep its purity from blemishes; and guarded like it is the most important, most vital piece of the collection that comprises the fragile glass display case that is a complete human life.
-Being romantic is the only way to be. I feel much better now. Actually, I feel good. I'm glad I can maintain such an awesome relationship with the most amazing girl I've ever met in my life ( I mean it.) I'm so lucky. So lucky I can barely wrap my head around it. It just has me overflowing with elation to the point that I don't want to even complain about the other like, 5 or 6 things I was going to. Man, I am so in love it hurts. It's the most amazing feeling at the same time though. I'm so lucky. I'm so lucky I don't deserve it. I have nothing else to say right now. I'll just cheapen it. My eloquence is severely lacking in the "doing true justice to the love I am part of" department.
-So, I bid you all adieu, so long, auf wiedersehen, and a good night. An excellent night. May your most perfect dreams come true. All of you. I love you all.
-Peace,
Evans
p.s. I REALLY love you (you know who you are...)
-I had kind of a crappy day. It was kind of good at the same time, but it kinda sucked. I had to shut down some girl's game because I really didn't want to ask her out. I swear when you tell girls you are in a relationship they don't even hear it. She just kept on trying to get me to hit on her. I almost felt gay about it, that's how bad it was. I don't regret telling her I have a very significant other in the first paragraph of the conversation (if you have paragraphs in a conversation...) but I just kinda felt bad at first. After a few minutes though, I didn't hesitate to keep talking about my girlie and just how beautiful and perfect she is, which just kinda made me miss her even more than I already do. She really didn't want to hear about it, but I just kept my affection for my wookie quite on the forefront of our little awkward conversation. She started to get annoyed after a bit and pulled the "I have class" excuse (which didn't work for me, by the way) and just up and left. I felt bad for having to do that to her, but she was way too flirty for someone who just met a guy who talked about how awesome his girlfriend was for 15 minutes with her. She really was making me uncomfortable, so I had no choice. She probably won't try to run her game on me again, which is good. I just feel kinda weird about the whole situation though. It just sucked.
-I had some very stimulating conversation in my Comp II class today. I swear I got the best Comp teacher in the school. He's awesome. He's retiring at the end of the year and moving to Spain, so he's teaching the class how he wants to, rather than how the university says it should be done. He lets us talk about pertinent information like how real a character is in a book or movie and how false some people are. We are really allowed to have opinions about things. If we can back up what we say, we can say whatever we want. It's awesome. I was just sitting there and listening to this girl talk about how fake Shakespeare is and how exaggerated and inconceivable "Romeo and Juliet" is. She was saying it wasn't art because of its falsity. The worst part of it all was that so many other hopeless realists agreed with her. Where is the romance in application in society? People believe in it, but they all convince themselves that it's a crock because every second of every day isn't romanticized like it is in movies. I have news for all of you realists out there:
-Romance is everywhere, you just need to see things for what they are. Be passionate about something every day, if not love, be passionate about the weather or a sign you read or a class or a movie or something else that's real. Among those real things though, is love. True love, the only kind that is worth dying for, is the kind of love you can achieve when you lose the cynicism and love with the trusting yet wise heart we all can have. Our hearts should be breakable, because if nobody has the key to our heart to break it, how can we know that they love us enough to guard that key with the very fiber of their being. When you give someone this key (which is the embodiment of true love, that is, total and complete trust and affection and connection), and they give theirs to you, these keys should be taken care of like you would handle a fragile glass sculpture: attended to to maintain it's beauty and to prevent it from estrangement; admired for how truly beautiful it is; polished to make it unadulterated by any dust that it may have collected and to keep its purity from blemishes; and guarded like it is the most important, most vital piece of the collection that comprises the fragile glass display case that is a complete human life.
-Being romantic is the only way to be. I feel much better now. Actually, I feel good. I'm glad I can maintain such an awesome relationship with the most amazing girl I've ever met in my life ( I mean it.) I'm so lucky. So lucky I can barely wrap my head around it. It just has me overflowing with elation to the point that I don't want to even complain about the other like, 5 or 6 things I was going to. Man, I am so in love it hurts. It's the most amazing feeling at the same time though. I'm so lucky. I'm so lucky I don't deserve it. I have nothing else to say right now. I'll just cheapen it. My eloquence is severely lacking in the "doing true justice to the love I am part of" department.
-So, I bid you all adieu, so long, auf wiedersehen, and a good night. An excellent night. May your most perfect dreams come true. All of you. I love you all.
-Peace,
Evans
p.s. I REALLY love you (you know who you are...)