melancholy... but not emo
Yes, I am a little blue. But I am not about to across the river or through the woods.
Okay, not mentalcrazeewoowoofreakypsycho. It's an inside joke. More like an outside-inside-out joke that only I get and snort self-importantly when I get it, but that's beside the point.
(snort)
Ehhh-- I guess I am a bit of an overachiever. Slightly. #63 in 630 (and growing) graduating class? An editor on the school newspaper? Prez of Forensics (that's Debate and Public Speaking) for three years running? Violin playing person of six years? (Okay-- that makes me sound like I am six and a child prodigy. Not quite that overachieving, ha ha.)Well... I'm not valedictorian, but I did skip a grade. In private school. And could read at theage of 10 months. And still reads... compulsively. Scary, innit?
Yeah. Well. I don't mean to brag or anything, but the little factoid helps to put the things said in this blog into perspective.
You see, I met this wonderful guy at this program on Nanotechnology at a nearby college during the summer. He was a nerd/ overachiever except not socially-challenged (otherwise... why would I have been with the guy? I ♥ nerds, but not that much) and handsome and a football playing, ASB and track-running, accented, tall, handsome (blush), sweet, loving, fun PERSON but it didn't work out.
I still wonder what would have happened if it did...last more than about a month. And wasn't a semi-long distance relationship (semi-long = under 300 miles, but he still lived in the middle of nowhere, complicating things a tiny bit.)
Tis' a pathetic and terrible thing, but I don't think I really ever got over him. Otherwise, I think I would be with someone else at the moment.
It scared me, because I'd heard so many things about summer "flings" (but... it wasn't brainless and completely physical, so was it really a fling?) and I thought he was cheating with me. That would've been terrible, and since I am totally sentimental about my fuckups (hehe... perhaps the reason why I even HAVE a blog, eh?) then I would've carried that weight in my ♥ foreva and eva.
Not really what I wanted from a simple romance.
That's what it felt like: simple, but yet so... memorable (hence the reason I am writing this blog)...
Well. I certainly hope the person I am writing this about never reads this... otherwise, I shall be scarred for...
But then again, I kinda do. There's 300 miles and an entire year of separate memories separating us.
Why not?
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Picture on Desktop:
Isn't that beyond cool ???
Song stuck in head:
Konzert fur 2 Violinen, J.C. Bach
Something I've been practicing forever and ever. Got to the second movement... the fingering in the first movement is a BIOTCH!?!?
Items on nightstand:
-->Freshly cut Hydrangea macrophylla
Mine are violently pink, however.
-->empty glass glass
-->Lamp in the shape of la Tour Eiffel
-->a Chinese calligraphy set
-->a glass head with a colorful scarf stuffed in it and a crochet disaster-masterpiece stuck on top of it with sunglasses hanging on it... can you picture the brilliant chaos?
-->a fluffy bunny my adopted (not really; I wish though.) little brother gave me
-->one half of a matching pair of horribly morbid green skull MAN rings my friend and I bought in San Fran. And. I am not masculine. Well... I try.............................HA!
-->alarm clock, reading 12:06 in the AM
--> robot I made in Nanotech. Is solarpowered, wears dangly earrings, and still has no name. I think I shall call her LAUREL.
--> Galilean thermometer.
Contents of my stomach:
A glass o'Martinelli's and a sugar cookie. Yum-tastic.
Recent sketch:
Pastel... and nothing that belongs in the Louvre. But... it was an accident that I fixed, and it ended up looking beautiful-ish.
♥♥
Okay, not mentalcrazeewoowoofreakypsycho. It's an inside joke. More like an outside-inside-out joke that only I get and snort self-importantly when I get it, but that's beside the point.
(snort)
Ehhh-- I guess I am a bit of an overachiever. Slightly. #63 in 630 (and growing) graduating class? An editor on the school newspaper? Prez of Forensics (that's Debate and Public Speaking) for three years running? Violin playing person of six years? (Okay-- that makes me sound like I am six and a child prodigy. Not quite that overachieving, ha ha.)Well... I'm not valedictorian, but I did skip a grade. In private school. And could read at theage of 10 months. And still reads... compulsively. Scary, innit?
Yeah. Well. I don't mean to brag or anything, but the little factoid helps to put the things said in this blog into perspective.
You see, I met this wonderful guy at this program on Nanotechnology at a nearby college during the summer. He was a nerd/ overachiever except not socially-challenged (otherwise... why would I have been with the guy? I ♥ nerds, but not that much) and handsome and a football playing, ASB and track-running, accented, tall, handsome (blush), sweet, loving, fun PERSON but it didn't work out.
I still wonder what would have happened if it did...last more than about a month. And wasn't a semi-long distance relationship (semi-long = under 300 miles, but he still lived in the middle of nowhere, complicating things a tiny bit.)
Tis' a pathetic and terrible thing, but I don't think I really ever got over him. Otherwise, I think I would be with someone else at the moment.
It scared me, because I'd heard so many things about summer "flings" (but... it wasn't brainless and completely physical, so was it really a fling?) and I thought he was cheating with me. That would've been terrible, and since I am totally sentimental about my fuckups (hehe... perhaps the reason why I even HAVE a blog, eh?) then I would've carried that weight in my ♥ foreva and eva.
Not really what I wanted from a simple romance.
That's what it felt like: simple, but yet so... memorable (hence the reason I am writing this blog)...
Well. I certainly hope the person I am writing this about never reads this... otherwise, I shall be scarred for...
But then again, I kinda do. There's 300 miles and an entire year of separate memories separating us.
Why not?
************************************
Picture on Desktop:
Isn't that beyond cool ???
Song stuck in head:
Konzert fur 2 Violinen, J.C. Bach
Something I've been practicing forever and ever. Got to the second movement... the fingering in the first movement is a BIOTCH!?!?
Items on nightstand:
-->Freshly cut Hydrangea macrophylla
Mine are violently pink, however.
-->empty glass glass
-->Lamp in the shape of la Tour Eiffel
-->a Chinese calligraphy set
-->a glass head with a colorful scarf stuffed in it and a crochet disaster-masterpiece stuck on top of it with sunglasses hanging on it... can you picture the brilliant chaos?
-->a fluffy bunny my adopted (not really; I wish though.) little brother gave me
-->one half of a matching pair of horribly morbid green skull MAN rings my friend and I bought in San Fran. And. I am not masculine. Well... I try.............................HA!
-->alarm clock, reading 12:06 in the AM
--> robot I made in Nanotech. Is solarpowered, wears dangly earrings, and still has no name. I think I shall call her LAUREL.
--> Galilean thermometer.
Contents of my stomach:
A glass o'Martinelli's and a sugar cookie. Yum-tastic.
Recent sketch:
Pastel... and nothing that belongs in the Louvre. But... it was an accident that I fixed, and it ended up looking beautiful-ish.
♥♥