OHHHH YEEEEEAAAAAH!
It's a little scary that I've sort of just settled, all cozy like, back into life in Central Maine. I somehow manage to keep being charming and making people at least pretend to like me, even though in my head I am pretty sure that I am much smarter than almost everyone I encounter.
My new college only requires a score of 900 on the SAT I, to which EXCEPTIONS can be made. Um. Yeah. I could have scored a fucking 900 my junior year of high school half asleep while in the process of throwing up my morning bagel and thinking about what I was going to drink that night.
This new guy...that I guess I'm seeing, we've been out on a few dates, I've met some of his friends, and things seem to be abnormally well (as far as things in Lizland go)...he is very smart, one of the few of a truly intellectual sort who seem interested in learning, not for their own arrogance to make them smarter or better than someone else (*coughcoughsketchydavecoughcough*) , but because they feel the need to, he is artistic and interesting and oddly kind (the sort that I normally don't find myself that attracted to)...He seems like that kind of guy that not only my family and friends would like, but that anyone that I have ever been involved with would nod their head get along with the guy, regardless of what happened with me, because he seems to possess little qualities from the positive aspects of the various guys I have been involved with. (and yes, they all have possessed some postitive qualities, despite popular belief of many of my girlfriends and Dennis)
The one thing, though -- I don't get butterflies. I miss getting butterflies.
I feel as though I have been going through men like I've gone through college majors...but I haven't, I really haven't been that bad. I'm just coasting along and I seem to trip over slightly intriguing things every once and a while. I'm not looking for marriage, I'm not looking for roses, and I'm not looking for just the wham, bam, thankyouma'am, but something n between. Take that back...really, I'm just not looking for anything at all at the moment, I'm just letting things happen...I learned my lesson.
Anywho, excited to go back to school. Dance is okay, a bit stressful...I'm sick and my voice is froggy but the rasp is a little sexy (I think I say this every year) and I voted the other day to uphold Maine's anti-discrimination laws for the protection of same sex couples, which won by a narrow margin, thank gaud. I did yoga this morning, and I bought a three CD set of Sesame Street music from 35 years of guest performers.
AND!
I learned that Randy "Macho Man" Savage released a rap album.
C'est si bon.
My new college only requires a score of 900 on the SAT I, to which EXCEPTIONS can be made. Um. Yeah. I could have scored a fucking 900 my junior year of high school half asleep while in the process of throwing up my morning bagel and thinking about what I was going to drink that night.
This new guy...that I guess I'm seeing, we've been out on a few dates, I've met some of his friends, and things seem to be abnormally well (as far as things in Lizland go)...he is very smart, one of the few of a truly intellectual sort who seem interested in learning, not for their own arrogance to make them smarter or better than someone else (*coughcoughsketchydavecoughcough*) , but because they feel the need to, he is artistic and interesting and oddly kind (the sort that I normally don't find myself that attracted to)...He seems like that kind of guy that not only my family and friends would like, but that anyone that I have ever been involved with would nod their head get along with the guy, regardless of what happened with me, because he seems to possess little qualities from the positive aspects of the various guys I have been involved with. (and yes, they all have possessed some postitive qualities, despite popular belief of many of my girlfriends and Dennis)
The one thing, though -- I don't get butterflies. I miss getting butterflies.
I feel as though I have been going through men like I've gone through college majors...but I haven't, I really haven't been that bad. I'm just coasting along and I seem to trip over slightly intriguing things every once and a while. I'm not looking for marriage, I'm not looking for roses, and I'm not looking for just the wham, bam, thankyouma'am, but something n between. Take that back...really, I'm just not looking for anything at all at the moment, I'm just letting things happen...I learned my lesson.
Anywho, excited to go back to school. Dance is okay, a bit stressful...I'm sick and my voice is froggy but the rasp is a little sexy (I think I say this every year) and I voted the other day to uphold Maine's anti-discrimination laws for the protection of same sex couples, which won by a narrow margin, thank gaud. I did yoga this morning, and I bought a three CD set of Sesame Street music from 35 years of guest performers.
AND!
I learned that Randy "Macho Man" Savage released a rap album.
C'est si bon.