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My mind is a bit cluttered, so here I am. Here to kind of clear out whatever is going on in my head. Like thing number one, this woman in my life. She's amazing, but I think she's a bit crazy. Our conversations are very sporadic but enlightening and enjoyable. The problem is when I talk to her I feel so uneducated. It's not as though she is trying to constantly make me look like an idiot and quizzes me on current events (which personally I think I would kick ass at), but she is a very deep thinker and will throw big words into the mix. I feel like I'm making her seem very snobbish or very, what's the word I'm looking for, cocky? No that's not it... seemingly likes to show off? I guess I can't think of it. Again that leads me to my point, I feel like I can't add anything to the conversation. I am putting myself down while she tells me she's really upset that I am leaving for Australia. She hasn't stayed over in awhile because she's afraid of it leaving to something.
Us being in a relationship.
We both know that is something that can't happen. It's impossible. I'm going away to Australia next semester, then when I get back, she is going to a school in Vermont and then studying abroad in France. She is a very kind person, a beautiful woman, a challenging individual. The catch of a life-time for me. She hates kissing though. Weird. I don't enjoy any of the women here, I feel they are all so fake and wear UGG boots.
I fucking hate UGG boots.
And spandex.
If you have something over the spandex, that is fine. But seriously, as much as I love vagina, I don't want to see everybody's. Dana Woodward wrote a sweet song about this topic and it made me laugh endlessly. I'm sorry if I offended anyone who reads this. I don't mean to say I hate everyone that wears them, because that is generalizing. I tend to do that way too much. I just hate the style overall. The people that sport that style are the ones that tend to agitate me.
Again I apologize, but I think I'm allowed to rant in here. I feel like this post should come with a disclaimer.
I think my number of friends is slowly thinning out. It worries me a little bit but I don't fret about it too much. Here at school, someone commented on the fact that I only hang out with like 6 people. This isn't to say that I don't know anyone here, but there are only 6 core people I truly enjoy their company and enjoy having a meaningful conversation with. Everyone else I talk to I feel like we are only furthering the conversation because we can't think of a fluid transition out of it.
Rush Limbaugh looks like the angry head of the studio guy on Entourage that they always seem to make a deal with and fuck him over in the end.
Hillary Clinton says she wants to get rid of internet privacy. In other words, any of you guys who keep your Live Journal private are so fucked, haha. Ah, jesus. I'm rambling.
I'll leave you all with a story I kind of find a funny.
I was on duty Monday evening and was finishing up my last set of rounds. I walk into a suite where I know most of the guys in there, and I begin to strike up a conversation. I notice this woman who looked familiar but I dismissed the thought because I was sure I was wrong. I then began sobbing about how Creed is claiming to go on a reunion tour in 2009 (how much does that blow?). We crack a few jokes and I say my goodbyes to everyone. An hour and a half later I get a text from this women Alicia that I hooked up with earlier in the semester. What was interesting about her was that when we fooled around, it was the first time I had met her and we were both sober. This isn't a normal occurrence. The text read something like this:
"I really don't like how awkward that seemed, what's up?"
Exactly, the woman that I had no idea of who she was, was Alicia. I couldn't have felt more like a dick. So to make things even more awkward, she suggested we get lunch sometime. I was totally down and said, "Yeah, how about tomorrow at 1:15." Well she said yes and then canceled the very next day. When she canceled (through a text mind you), she then offered up tomorrow for lunch. She then said she would call me when she was ready. Well I was stood up again. So do I try to get lunch again? I mean, she was a very interesting person to converse with. But maybe these are signs that a friendship between us would not work out. Or maybe just awful scheduling because lunch today would have been bad for me anyways seeing as though I burrowed in the third floor of the library so i could write a story on booking successful concerts along with burly women running over each other with roller skates.
Also she's a smoker and kissing her turned out to be a very disgusting experience. Again, sorry if I offended smokers out there.
Cheers.
Us being in a relationship.
We both know that is something that can't happen. It's impossible. I'm going away to Australia next semester, then when I get back, she is going to a school in Vermont and then studying abroad in France. She is a very kind person, a beautiful woman, a challenging individual. The catch of a life-time for me. She hates kissing though. Weird. I don't enjoy any of the women here, I feel they are all so fake and wear UGG boots.
I fucking hate UGG boots.
And spandex.
If you have something over the spandex, that is fine. But seriously, as much as I love vagina, I don't want to see everybody's. Dana Woodward wrote a sweet song about this topic and it made me laugh endlessly. I'm sorry if I offended anyone who reads this. I don't mean to say I hate everyone that wears them, because that is generalizing. I tend to do that way too much. I just hate the style overall. The people that sport that style are the ones that tend to agitate me.
Again I apologize, but I think I'm allowed to rant in here. I feel like this post should come with a disclaimer.
I think my number of friends is slowly thinning out. It worries me a little bit but I don't fret about it too much. Here at school, someone commented on the fact that I only hang out with like 6 people. This isn't to say that I don't know anyone here, but there are only 6 core people I truly enjoy their company and enjoy having a meaningful conversation with. Everyone else I talk to I feel like we are only furthering the conversation because we can't think of a fluid transition out of it.
Rush Limbaugh looks like the angry head of the studio guy on Entourage that they always seem to make a deal with and fuck him over in the end.
Hillary Clinton says she wants to get rid of internet privacy. In other words, any of you guys who keep your Live Journal private are so fucked, haha. Ah, jesus. I'm rambling.
I'll leave you all with a story I kind of find a funny.
I was on duty Monday evening and was finishing up my last set of rounds. I walk into a suite where I know most of the guys in there, and I begin to strike up a conversation. I notice this woman who looked familiar but I dismissed the thought because I was sure I was wrong. I then began sobbing about how Creed is claiming to go on a reunion tour in 2009 (how much does that blow?). We crack a few jokes and I say my goodbyes to everyone. An hour and a half later I get a text from this women Alicia that I hooked up with earlier in the semester. What was interesting about her was that when we fooled around, it was the first time I had met her and we were both sober. This isn't a normal occurrence. The text read something like this:
"I really don't like how awkward that seemed, what's up?"
Exactly, the woman that I had no idea of who she was, was Alicia. I couldn't have felt more like a dick. So to make things even more awkward, she suggested we get lunch sometime. I was totally down and said, "Yeah, how about tomorrow at 1:15." Well she said yes and then canceled the very next day. When she canceled (through a text mind you), she then offered up tomorrow for lunch. She then said she would call me when she was ready. Well I was stood up again. So do I try to get lunch again? I mean, she was a very interesting person to converse with. But maybe these are signs that a friendship between us would not work out. Or maybe just awful scheduling because lunch today would have been bad for me anyways seeing as though I burrowed in the third floor of the library so i could write a story on booking successful concerts along with burly women running over each other with roller skates.
Also she's a smoker and kissing her turned out to be a very disgusting experience. Again, sorry if I offended smokers out there.
Cheers.