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Oh crikey. Sometimes I do these completely un-juli-like things. The unjuliness = life unrulyness. (!!!)
I'm still up in the air about Austin VS South Korea. I feel like I would be dumb and dumb not to go to South Korea. I'm pretty sure in my heart and in my head that I am going.
I sorta feel like I have made a huge mess out of Austin. I know how to make a mess like nobody's business. Let's reflect on the positive, shall we? I am doing really good in school. (minus all the not-going I have done.) I am training for my city job next week. I have met a lot of people. I have fun.
The negative? I have seemed to have dropped the ball on a couple of things. Such as going to school. And finding a place to rent for August. And calling people back that I don't want to call back so I will never end up calling back. and blowing people off. I blow people off like it's my job. and by people, mostly I mean dudes. That's probably my one realllllly bad habit. I don't even like myself very much as a result. But I think, when I give a dude my number and he says he'll call and doesn't, I don't beat myself up over it. I can hardly stand to care. And I wouldn't ever leave 2 messages being like, 'call me back. call me back.' I probably wouldn't even call twice. Arn't there rules about this sort of thing? And how come these guys don't know these rules? I thought everyone knew not to act deseperate. even if you really are desperate. You don't act it.
Anyways. I went salsa dancing last night. And I went to a party at someones house who I didn't know. So I took that oppertunity to eat their birthday cake. You know how I love birthday cake. Also things that are free, I love those just as well. It was sortof boring, but apparently there were rockstars there, from some band that was touring through Austin. But instead of making drunk talk to emo-hair boys, I ate cake. And then Taco Bell. Which actually I hate.
I ended up going out with Sidney the Salsa dancer. I know this sounds pretty horrible, but I don't see what he sees in me. And while I'm not one to toot toot toot my own horn, I'm also not one to feel like this. He's like the blackest black person I know. His closet if full of shoes that after he wears, he puts back in the original box. And he's the strong/silent type. Which as it turns out, isn't so much my type. He's a professional dancer. but also a rapper/producer. and he's smooth. and honestly handsome. (how often do I say handsome? please.) and he just called and left a message on my cell phone. and I guess the race card is always on the table. I don't know.
In more humorous news, as I was waiting for the bus this afternoon, an older guy pulls up to me in his minivan and asks if I need a lift somewhere. and I'm thinking, 'well duh. I'm standing under a bus stop sign.' but I am saying 'haha. no. That's cool.' and I need to think about looking as mean as I am.
Dude. this post is everywhere. I'm everwhere today.
I'm still up in the air about Austin VS South Korea. I feel like I would be dumb and dumb not to go to South Korea. I'm pretty sure in my heart and in my head that I am going.
I sorta feel like I have made a huge mess out of Austin. I know how to make a mess like nobody's business. Let's reflect on the positive, shall we? I am doing really good in school. (minus all the not-going I have done.) I am training for my city job next week. I have met a lot of people. I have fun.
The negative? I have seemed to have dropped the ball on a couple of things. Such as going to school. And finding a place to rent for August. And calling people back that I don't want to call back so I will never end up calling back. and blowing people off. I blow people off like it's my job. and by people, mostly I mean dudes. That's probably my one realllllly bad habit. I don't even like myself very much as a result. But I think, when I give a dude my number and he says he'll call and doesn't, I don't beat myself up over it. I can hardly stand to care. And I wouldn't ever leave 2 messages being like, 'call me back. call me back.' I probably wouldn't even call twice. Arn't there rules about this sort of thing? And how come these guys don't know these rules? I thought everyone knew not to act deseperate. even if you really are desperate. You don't act it.
Anyways. I went salsa dancing last night. And I went to a party at someones house who I didn't know. So I took that oppertunity to eat their birthday cake. You know how I love birthday cake. Also things that are free, I love those just as well. It was sortof boring, but apparently there were rockstars there, from some band that was touring through Austin. But instead of making drunk talk to emo-hair boys, I ate cake. And then Taco Bell. Which actually I hate.
I ended up going out with Sidney the Salsa dancer. I know this sounds pretty horrible, but I don't see what he sees in me. And while I'm not one to toot toot toot my own horn, I'm also not one to feel like this. He's like the blackest black person I know. His closet if full of shoes that after he wears, he puts back in the original box. And he's the strong/silent type. Which as it turns out, isn't so much my type. He's a professional dancer. but also a rapper/producer. and he's smooth. and honestly handsome. (how often do I say handsome? please.) and he just called and left a message on my cell phone. and I guess the race card is always on the table. I don't know.
In more humorous news, as I was waiting for the bus this afternoon, an older guy pulls up to me in his minivan and asks if I need a lift somewhere. and I'm thinking, 'well duh. I'm standing under a bus stop sign.' but I am saying 'haha. no. That's cool.' and I need to think about looking as mean as I am.
Dude. this post is everywhere. I'm everwhere today.