How To Spend An Hour
My one o'clock class has been canceled, so I have a random free hour. I'm sitting at work not working, just thinking. For the most part, I've been pretty happy lately. Nothing too terrible or too upsetting has happened and the weather has been nice. The weird thing, though, is that I'm used to feeling sad, and when I'm not sad, I feel weird and think that something isn't right. I subconsciously wait for the sadness because I just expect it to show up eventually. I suppose this all sounds terrible. But it's not. I feel fine. Like I said, I'm actually pretty happy. Of course, there are things I could think about that would bring me down . . . like pending exams or research papers. But I don't feel like it. So I won't.
I get accused of talking too much shit. I run my mouth and piss people off and don't even know it until way later. I don't do it on purpose. Really. But I do it a lot. So I guess people get this idea that I'm a bitch or obnoxious or something. Granted, I can be uber obnoxious, but I'm really not that mean. Not really. No one believes me, but I'm actually very shy. I don't like meeting new people, I don't like ordering through the drive through, and I don't like people coming up to me in a store and asking me if I'm finding everything alright. Another thing . . . Pepsi is not okay. You go out to eat, and they ask what you want to drink, you say "Coke" and they ask if Pepsi is okay. I almost always say, "Yeah, that's fine." Well it's not. It's not fine. I don't like Pepsi.
So anyway, I'm sorry if I've pissed you off. Any of you. More than likely it wasn't on purpose.
I got my acceptance letter, and I'm going to France.
I get accused of talking too much shit. I run my mouth and piss people off and don't even know it until way later. I don't do it on purpose. Really. But I do it a lot. So I guess people get this idea that I'm a bitch or obnoxious or something. Granted, I can be uber obnoxious, but I'm really not that mean. Not really. No one believes me, but I'm actually very shy. I don't like meeting new people, I don't like ordering through the drive through, and I don't like people coming up to me in a store and asking me if I'm finding everything alright. Another thing . . . Pepsi is not okay. You go out to eat, and they ask what you want to drink, you say "Coke" and they ask if Pepsi is okay. I almost always say, "Yeah, that's fine." Well it's not. It's not fine. I don't like Pepsi.
So anyway, I'm sorry if I've pissed you off. Any of you. More than likely it wasn't on purpose.
I got my acceptance letter, and I'm going to France.