♫ oh, life. ♫
The past few weeks, have been a mix of awesome and scary for me. I love the fact that I am in school and that I have so many friends here. I don't like that some of my friendships are dwindling away. I suppose it is a part of growing up, growing apart. I have enjoyed my new room so far, minus the endless ball games and random people popping into my room at all hours of the day. And, yes, I am given the short end of he stick in a lot of aspects of my room, and I suppose I should stand up for "my space" but, I can manage, right?
My romantic life has been pretty steady in the fact that it doesn't really exist, until last night. He is a music major and is a freshman. Oh, and he has a boyfriend. Yeah, so about that... I'm not really sure what to make of the situation. I mean nothing major has happened between us, minus cuddling through the night and a make out session in my room. Is that major? I mean, to some its probably nothing, but to someone who hasn't really had too too much experience in the dating field its a bit more profound. Eh, I guess we will just see where this one goes.
I turn twenty a week from today. {January 23}
In lieu of my birthday I am having a party, thanks to my friend Janice. I'm not sure what to think of the fact that I am having a party. I mean, I've never had one before. I'm not sure how excited I am supposed to be that there are nearly 100+ people who may end up coming. See, I don't know whether I should feel that people are coming because they want to see me and wish me a happy twentieth, or if people are just going to use it for another reason to get drunk. Maybe both? The invite list has been quite the drama though. Initially I a bunch of people who I consider to be pretty good friends of mine. Then I figured out that I had to invite the semi-friends who, if found out that I had a party and didn't invite them would be upset with me. Then I decided that I had to invite friends of friends, that I kind of know. At that point I thought I was done, right? Wrong. Apparently in the world that revolves around www.facebook.com, not being invited to a party symbolizes an undying hatred towards you. So all week I have been getting IMs from people that I am good friends with but accidentally missed their name on the invite list that say "Do you hate me?" or "Why are you mad at me?" Then me having to explain that I am human, and that I do make mistakes...I thought that was a given. So, let me just use this as an outlet as well. If you weren't invited to my party, I apologize. Please come, I would love to have you there.
Oh, and also I have come to find out, taking 3 semesters without Spanish, is a bad idea. I decided to go back into it and start at a lower level than I would place into, which was a good idea, but I am scared to death in that class. My teacher is so intimidating. On the second day of class we were going over colors, easy enough. So we named of the basic color, rojo, amarillo, anaranjado, azul, blanco, negro, etc. Well nobody said purple. So the teacher walks over to some random chica's jacket and points to it, "¿Qué color es éste?" I raised my hand, "Violeta." Then she just kinda stared at me with this disappointed look and sternly stated,, "Morado." I didn't raise my hand the rest of the day.
My romantic life has been pretty steady in the fact that it doesn't really exist, until last night. He is a music major and is a freshman. Oh, and he has a boyfriend. Yeah, so about that... I'm not really sure what to make of the situation. I mean nothing major has happened between us, minus cuddling through the night and a make out session in my room. Is that major? I mean, to some its probably nothing, but to someone who hasn't really had too too much experience in the dating field its a bit more profound. Eh, I guess we will just see where this one goes.
I turn twenty a week from today. {January 23}
In lieu of my birthday I am having a party, thanks to my friend Janice. I'm not sure what to think of the fact that I am having a party. I mean, I've never had one before. I'm not sure how excited I am supposed to be that there are nearly 100+ people who may end up coming. See, I don't know whether I should feel that people are coming because they want to see me and wish me a happy twentieth, or if people are just going to use it for another reason to get drunk. Maybe both? The invite list has been quite the drama though. Initially I a bunch of people who I consider to be pretty good friends of mine. Then I figured out that I had to invite the semi-friends who, if found out that I had a party and didn't invite them would be upset with me. Then I decided that I had to invite friends of friends, that I kind of know. At that point I thought I was done, right? Wrong. Apparently in the world that revolves around www.facebook.com, not being invited to a party symbolizes an undying hatred towards you. So all week I have been getting IMs from people that I am good friends with but accidentally missed their name on the invite list that say "Do you hate me?" or "Why are you mad at me?" Then me having to explain that I am human, and that I do make mistakes...I thought that was a given. So, let me just use this as an outlet as well. If you weren't invited to my party, I apologize. Please come, I would love to have you there.
Oh, and also I have come to find out, taking 3 semesters without Spanish, is a bad idea. I decided to go back into it and start at a lower level than I would place into, which was a good idea, but I am scared to death in that class. My teacher is so intimidating. On the second day of class we were going over colors, easy enough. So we named of the basic color, rojo, amarillo, anaranjado, azul, blanco, negro, etc. Well nobody said purple. So the teacher walks over to some random chica's jacket and points to it, "¿Qué color es éste?" I raised my hand, "Violeta." Then she just kinda stared at me with this disappointed look and sternly stated,, "Morado." I didn't raise my hand the rest of the day.