Sometimes, when it's late, when it's late at night.....
...And you have no one to talk to, here's what you do....You go through that raggedy cellphone 'bout 2 or 3 times...Tracy ain't home, Tina ain't home, The Love Below starts talking to ya....
Good god, I forgot how much I loved OutKast.
So, it's my last night in St. Augustine. Kinda sucks. I miss this place, and intend to return as soon as possible. And I don't mean to visit, I mean to live again. Gainesville sucks ass. First I just need to find a suitable new roommate for Dane, Michael, and Devon. Though I pity anyone who has to share a bathroom with Michael and Dane.
So, in other news, I've written a really heavy love poem for someone special, and I was gonig to find them and give it to them while I was here. I've been thinking otherwise. Upon receiving advice from my mother and future sister-in-law, I've decided to hold off, and to not rush into anything. Not that it would really be rushing at this point...But anyways, I described the situation, and both of them said the same thing. Wait for things to blow over with the other guy in her life right now, which they will, and then just wait for the right time. I figured that'd be alright. But I also thought about giving it to them as a Christmas present, because I'm poor, and I think it would mean more to them than anything else I could get them. I mean honestly, if you got a poem from somebody, telling you how much they're in love with you, that'd be special, right? Right? I like to think so. So I guess we'll just see what happens.
Oh yeah, also, I was thinking about it, and awhile ago, someone had told me that I had my head in the wrong place when it comes to relationships, and that the most important thing to me is sex. That really hurt my feelings, because it couldn't've been further from the truth. If sex was that important to me, I would've gone out and picked up a hooker by now. If sex was what I looked for in a relationship, I'd probably have a lot easier time dating, because there's plenty of drunk college girls in Gainesville. If sex was the most important thing to me in a relationship, would I have the yoga symbol for love, compassion, and devotion tattooed on my right arm? Somehow I don't think so. It bugs me that I let this get under my skin so much, but it just hurt so bad to hear the person say that. I've wondered if they really meant any harm by it, and I hope they didn't, but either way, my feelings got hurt, and I doubt the person even realizes that, probably because I haven't brought up this topic with them yet. I've been meaning to, but I just can't bring myself to do it. I gotta stop whining. But, to anyone who reads this, sex is nothing to me, straight up.
Alright, nighty-night.
<3- John.
Good god, I forgot how much I loved OutKast.
So, it's my last night in St. Augustine. Kinda sucks. I miss this place, and intend to return as soon as possible. And I don't mean to visit, I mean to live again. Gainesville sucks ass. First I just need to find a suitable new roommate for Dane, Michael, and Devon. Though I pity anyone who has to share a bathroom with Michael and Dane.
So, in other news, I've written a really heavy love poem for someone special, and I was gonig to find them and give it to them while I was here. I've been thinking otherwise. Upon receiving advice from my mother and future sister-in-law, I've decided to hold off, and to not rush into anything. Not that it would really be rushing at this point...But anyways, I described the situation, and both of them said the same thing. Wait for things to blow over with the other guy in her life right now, which they will, and then just wait for the right time. I figured that'd be alright. But I also thought about giving it to them as a Christmas present, because I'm poor, and I think it would mean more to them than anything else I could get them. I mean honestly, if you got a poem from somebody, telling you how much they're in love with you, that'd be special, right? Right? I like to think so. So I guess we'll just see what happens.
Oh yeah, also, I was thinking about it, and awhile ago, someone had told me that I had my head in the wrong place when it comes to relationships, and that the most important thing to me is sex. That really hurt my feelings, because it couldn't've been further from the truth. If sex was that important to me, I would've gone out and picked up a hooker by now. If sex was what I looked for in a relationship, I'd probably have a lot easier time dating, because there's plenty of drunk college girls in Gainesville. If sex was the most important thing to me in a relationship, would I have the yoga symbol for love, compassion, and devotion tattooed on my right arm? Somehow I don't think so. It bugs me that I let this get under my skin so much, but it just hurt so bad to hear the person say that. I've wondered if they really meant any harm by it, and I hope they didn't, but either way, my feelings got hurt, and I doubt the person even realizes that, probably because I haven't brought up this topic with them yet. I've been meaning to, but I just can't bring myself to do it. I gotta stop whining. But, to anyone who reads this, sex is nothing to me, straight up.
Alright, nighty-night.
<3- John.