Just because you might...
accidentally hit someone with your car is no reason to run them over on purpose. I feel this way about dating. I suppose the saying should be modified to "Just because you might get hit by a car when you're crossing the road is no reason to lay down in the street." This may sound pathetic, but it's not, because I'm not. I just want to be a part of this unbreakable, invincible team. Just us against the world. And I know there is someone out there who wants the same. It's so straining when you put that much into a relationship, and it's just not returned. I'm sort of torturing myself right now, by listening to the eels. Joe and I would listen to this over and over, mainly because I wouldn't let him change it. I'm feeling rather lonely, so I'm going to try a little exercise. I'm going to talk about the people who have active roles in my life, besides my family.
Lets start with Ally. She's awesome. I met Ally in German class, and we became friends very quickly. She's supportive, understanding, and filled with compassion. She makes me laugh everyday, even when she's so tired and stressed she wants to cry. She told me one time that she just wants me to be happy. And the honesty within her saying that was truly memorable. She encourages me to do things I don't think I can, because she knows it's in me. Which leads me to the next person.
I met Justin because of Ally, even though they don't know each other. I saw this boy sitting alone in Bruno's just about everyday. One day, I ran into Ally there, and I told her I see him everyday, and he's by himself, but I don't have the nerve to just go talk to someone. She built up my confidence making me believe that anyone would be lucky to sit with me for an hour, and I went over and introduced myself. Justin and I have had lunch together just about everyday since. He writes these intriguing little stories, and thinks enough of me to share them. He remembers things, like why my family has a 54" TV, what bands I like, and so on. I'm trying to move our friendship beyond the lunch table, but he drags his feet a little in this area. But I mean, what would be cooler than seeing a Picasso with someone who can appreciate it enough to criticize it?
Let's see...next on the list: Beekers. I've known this girl this preschool. Her real name is Becky, and I only started calling her Beekers for the past few words. She encourages me to be goofy, and she always understands where I'm coming from. Like how colors aren't the same for everyone. (That's about as philosophical as we get) Beekers takes care of me when I'm a mess. She has since band camp. I think I would be a wreck without her.
How about we talk about Kelly? Our friendship was solidified in the seventh grade when she stabbed me in the ass with a steak knife in home ec class. I don't really know why she was holding it, or how the whole thing happened, but here we are in college. We do the buddy system thing with our psych classes to keep us on track, and it works pretty well. She loves her dogs as much I love my ferts, so if that gives you and inkling of how big her heart is, it's true.
I think those are the main ones. Well, loyal fans, I'm going to be productive and read hundreds of pages of Neurology. yey!
Jes
Lets start with Ally. She's awesome. I met Ally in German class, and we became friends very quickly. She's supportive, understanding, and filled with compassion. She makes me laugh everyday, even when she's so tired and stressed she wants to cry. She told me one time that she just wants me to be happy. And the honesty within her saying that was truly memorable. She encourages me to do things I don't think I can, because she knows it's in me. Which leads me to the next person.
I met Justin because of Ally, even though they don't know each other. I saw this boy sitting alone in Bruno's just about everyday. One day, I ran into Ally there, and I told her I see him everyday, and he's by himself, but I don't have the nerve to just go talk to someone. She built up my confidence making me believe that anyone would be lucky to sit with me for an hour, and I went over and introduced myself. Justin and I have had lunch together just about everyday since. He writes these intriguing little stories, and thinks enough of me to share them. He remembers things, like why my family has a 54" TV, what bands I like, and so on. I'm trying to move our friendship beyond the lunch table, but he drags his feet a little in this area. But I mean, what would be cooler than seeing a Picasso with someone who can appreciate it enough to criticize it?
Let's see...next on the list: Beekers. I've known this girl this preschool. Her real name is Becky, and I only started calling her Beekers for the past few words. She encourages me to be goofy, and she always understands where I'm coming from. Like how colors aren't the same for everyone. (That's about as philosophical as we get) Beekers takes care of me when I'm a mess. She has since band camp. I think I would be a wreck without her.
How about we talk about Kelly? Our friendship was solidified in the seventh grade when she stabbed me in the ass with a steak knife in home ec class. I don't really know why she was holding it, or how the whole thing happened, but here we are in college. We do the buddy system thing with our psych classes to keep us on track, and it works pretty well. She loves her dogs as much I love my ferts, so if that gives you and inkling of how big her heart is, it's true.
I think those are the main ones. Well, loyal fans, I'm going to be productive and read hundreds of pages of Neurology. yey!
Jes