When Will It All End?
I'm so worn down. Exhausted even. That's partly because I stayed up late watching Despicable Me, but whatever. I am just so ready to be out of college and Ohio. Actually, I think what I need is social interaction. I need it in a big, bad way. I need to hang out with friends and make new friends. I think that's what I'm so blah about. I need a change.
So I've been thinking about the future. I've got three choices for a Master's degree. I could either get one in International Relations, which would mean I could be an ambassador for America to another country (like Germany), I could get one in Linguistics with an emphasis on TOEFL, which would mean I could teach English in another country (like to German high school students), or I can attempt both which is crazy but it would give me the opportunity to do both. I would like both jobs a lot. On top of this, I have to figure out whether or not to get rid of my Paul tattoo as both jobs would require a more professional appearance and a gun tattoo on the chest isn't exactly kosher. Every time I consider getting rid of it it makes me feel sick kinda. It's so much a part of me now that I can't imagine getting rid of it. On top of that, most of the procedures to get rid of tattoos leave ugly scars or just large black splotches which wouldn't help my situation anyway. Bollocks. I wish this were easier. LIFE IS SO HARD SOB SOB SOB.
Also, here's a happy bit of news: Not only is David engaged to his 17-year-old girlfriend who's skinnier and much more attractive than I am (though infinitely stupider), he totally forgot that we were ever engaged. Also, he never told his skinny bitch, so when my friend, Dan, mentioned it to her, she freaked out on David for not telling her and then he tried rationalizing it to her. She gets props for having the decency to get angry. I still don't like her though. Luckily I wasn't there for this conversation or David would've been forbidden to step foot in the apartment while I'm there. AND during the time that he WAS in my house, he and his Jezebel made me so uncomfortable that the guy for whom I have a boner noticed so I had to explain the situation to him. Not only did I unfortunately come off as a creepy ex, but he kinda gave me the 'Get over it. He doesn't want you. You're being irrational.' speech which enraged me. UGH. IS THERE NO SUCH THING AS A DECENT HUMAN BEING ATTACHED TO A PENIS?!? I think not.
Might go shopping tomorrow with the girls. I'm expecting fun. Hopefully, it will meet these expectations
So I've been thinking about the future. I've got three choices for a Master's degree. I could either get one in International Relations, which would mean I could be an ambassador for America to another country (like Germany), I could get one in Linguistics with an emphasis on TOEFL, which would mean I could teach English in another country (like to German high school students), or I can attempt both which is crazy but it would give me the opportunity to do both. I would like both jobs a lot. On top of this, I have to figure out whether or not to get rid of my Paul tattoo as both jobs would require a more professional appearance and a gun tattoo on the chest isn't exactly kosher. Every time I consider getting rid of it it makes me feel sick kinda. It's so much a part of me now that I can't imagine getting rid of it. On top of that, most of the procedures to get rid of tattoos leave ugly scars or just large black splotches which wouldn't help my situation anyway. Bollocks. I wish this were easier. LIFE IS SO HARD SOB SOB SOB.
Also, here's a happy bit of news: Not only is David engaged to his 17-year-old girlfriend who's skinnier and much more attractive than I am (though infinitely stupider), he totally forgot that we were ever engaged. Also, he never told his skinny bitch, so when my friend, Dan, mentioned it to her, she freaked out on David for not telling her and then he tried rationalizing it to her. She gets props for having the decency to get angry. I still don't like her though. Luckily I wasn't there for this conversation or David would've been forbidden to step foot in the apartment while I'm there. AND during the time that he WAS in my house, he and his Jezebel made me so uncomfortable that the guy for whom I have a boner noticed so I had to explain the situation to him. Not only did I unfortunately come off as a creepy ex, but he kinda gave me the 'Get over it. He doesn't want you. You're being irrational.' speech which enraged me. UGH. IS THERE NO SUCH THING AS A DECENT HUMAN BEING ATTACHED TO A PENIS?!? I think not.
Might go shopping tomorrow with the girls. I'm expecting fun. Hopefully, it will meet these expectations