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"Staying home alone on a Friday
Flat on the floor looking back
On old love
Or lack thereof
After all the crushes are faded
And all my wishful thinking was wrong
I'm jaded
I hate it
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here" ~John Mayre 'Love Song for No One'
What a sit-around weekend. Sad and good at the same time. Yesterday I saw my favorite movie (Shawshank Redemption) with Dave, Chelsie and Charlie in Charlie's room. And then the routine wandering around visiting other people, "what are you doing?" and just hanging out.
Phone rings..."Who's Dave" asks Theresa.
"What?"
"Lauren was talking about him and it seems like she and Melissa know more about him than me."*
*this conversation is not exactly the way it happened
How is it that all the old freshies are still talking about me and any guy I hang out with? Whatever...it doesn't matter, I love it here.
I wonder if I'll ever find a special someone...not THE special someone, I don't believe in soul-mates, just someone that I can share some good times with, someone to finally call my boyfriend, to call me his girlfriend...someone to care about who cares about me.
Sitting here listening to music, letting the random thoughts stimulated by memories and music to arise.
Flat on the floor looking back
On old love
Or lack thereof
After all the crushes are faded
And all my wishful thinking was wrong
I'm jaded
I hate it
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here" ~John Mayre 'Love Song for No One'
What a sit-around weekend. Sad and good at the same time. Yesterday I saw my favorite movie (Shawshank Redemption) with Dave, Chelsie and Charlie in Charlie's room. And then the routine wandering around visiting other people, "what are you doing?" and just hanging out.
Phone rings..."Who's Dave" asks Theresa.
"What?"
"Lauren was talking about him and it seems like she and Melissa know more about him than me."*
*this conversation is not exactly the way it happened
How is it that all the old freshies are still talking about me and any guy I hang out with? Whatever...it doesn't matter, I love it here.
I wonder if I'll ever find a special someone...not THE special someone, I don't believe in soul-mates, just someone that I can share some good times with, someone to finally call my boyfriend, to call me his girlfriend...someone to care about who cares about me.
Sitting here listening to music, letting the random thoughts stimulated by memories and music to arise.