my brain's repeating if you've got an impulse let it out
LOL O'Halloran has got me so trained. Sound Of Settling came on my Pandora, and I wanted to turn it up-- both my hands flew off the keyboard looking for my [function] and [up volume] buttons. Awww.
Our youth is fleeting
Old age is just around the bend
I can't wait to go gray
I'll sit and wonder
Of every love that could have been
If I'd only thought of something charming to say
Um. I actually feel like this? I wish I had pursued a couple of people more avidly in the past. I'm a firm believer in the, "Play it cool, be yourself, don't come off too strong," type of flirtation. However, my lack of relationship experience ever would seem to prove my practicing theory quite wrong. Wow, hello Regret. Haven't spoken to you in a while.
More long days at the J. Nothing new there. I think I'm handling things as well as I can? Hopefully that's enough. There are some situations I absolutely abhor dealing with, like rule-breaking adults. I'm not good with confronting my elders. Inbred respect from serious southern black matrons (i.e. mom and her four sisters I grew up obeying) makes it very difficult to say, "Hey, lady, stop that." (Or something like that. She seemed to say.) Speaking of the J, I seem to be gathering an assortment of injuries from the place. I knocked my knee on the coolers today and scraped my middle finger middle knuckle the other day and did a similar sort of scrape on my right foot big toe and I've got a healing scar on my pointer finger and this is just getting ri-goddamn-diculous. Srsly. (Anchorman referenes FTW. It was very hot today, and Aaron came in drinking a shake, then regretted it soon after. "Aaaaah! Milk was a bad choice.")
Srsly also reminds me of speaking with Liz briefly tonight on the way home, speaking of noms and being GQMFs. And a corm. IT HAPPEN. (Trufax.)
Insert Obnoxious Obligatory GEAUX TIGERS here. :D I love my state. I do. But I love my school and them Tigers more! (As my facebook status says.)
Damned uniform. I only have one polo and one pair of khakis to wear to work over my guard suit (which is being abused beyond belief) and I have to wash them every. damn. day. I hate laundry. So much. The only upside is the Laundry Day song that I inevitably sing each time and hum for a few minutes afterwards.
I've got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots
And that hunger has been gnawing at me for years now. Crazy teenage (GAH I won't be able to say that in a year's time!) hormones don't mesh well with lonely inexperience. *sigh*
Our youth is fleeting
Old age is just around the bend
I can't wait to go gray
I'll sit and wonder
Of every love that could have been
If I'd only thought of something charming to say
Um. I actually feel like this? I wish I had pursued a couple of people more avidly in the past. I'm a firm believer in the, "Play it cool, be yourself, don't come off too strong," type of flirtation. However, my lack of relationship experience ever would seem to prove my practicing theory quite wrong. Wow, hello Regret. Haven't spoken to you in a while.
More long days at the J. Nothing new there. I think I'm handling things as well as I can? Hopefully that's enough. There are some situations I absolutely abhor dealing with, like rule-breaking adults. I'm not good with confronting my elders. Inbred respect from serious southern black matrons (i.e. mom and her four sisters I grew up obeying) makes it very difficult to say, "Hey, lady, stop that." (Or something like that. She seemed to say.) Speaking of the J, I seem to be gathering an assortment of injuries from the place. I knocked my knee on the coolers today and scraped my middle finger middle knuckle the other day and did a similar sort of scrape on my right foot big toe and I've got a healing scar on my pointer finger and this is just getting ri-goddamn-diculous. Srsly. (Anchorman referenes FTW. It was very hot today, and Aaron came in drinking a shake, then regretted it soon after. "Aaaaah! Milk was a bad choice.")
Srsly also reminds me of speaking with Liz briefly tonight on the way home, speaking of noms and being GQMFs. And a corm. IT HAPPEN. (Trufax.)
Insert Obnoxious Obligatory GEAUX TIGERS here. :D I love my state. I do. But I love my school and them Tigers more! (As my facebook status says.)
Damned uniform. I only have one polo and one pair of khakis to wear to work over my guard suit (which is being abused beyond belief) and I have to wash them every. damn. day. I hate laundry. So much. The only upside is the Laundry Day song that I inevitably sing each time and hum for a few minutes afterwards.
I've got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots
And that hunger has been gnawing at me for years now. Crazy teenage (GAH I won't be able to say that in a year's time!) hormones don't mesh well with lonely inexperience. *sigh*