Updates. Sure, you know you want to know. And I know that you know you want to know.
I have never been this burnt out from exams before, and my classes aren't even that hard. I still have two exams left for Thursday and Friday, and they are a lot more objective then those assholes of exams I took yesterday. This week has taught me that exams dealing with philosophical matters are the hardest to study for. It's not a matter of paradigms or memorization, it's just a matter of mentally exhausting yourself.
I just called for my Rite Aid (shut up) work schedule for next week and I'm getting 29 hours, which is great considering he told me I'd be getting about 15. I'm so excited to have a check coming to me, even though it will be after Christmas and I literally have less then $10 to my name, and lots of bills.
In the land of love not much has been happening either, but actually it kinda has, more so in my head. I went on three dates with that Andrew kid and I wanted to kill myself. It's sad, because after our first date I like him. There wasn't really a spark that I usually get with guys that I like or the spark that I rely on, but I thought maybe t would show up later seeing as how we had a good time. Then came the second date/hang out time we had the next day. We hung out and he taught me how to play poker, which I thought was awesome so I thought it would be a good date, but about half way through I was just like, "...no way!" It's actually kind of funny how it happened, and maybe a little embarrassing: we were flipping channels and he stopped on an episode of Dirty Jobs. UH OH. Right? I tried to play it cool. Part of me was thinking I should tell him to change the channel so I wouldnt have to bring up the uncomfortable subject of my marriage to Mike Rowe, but the other half of me, the more dominant half was wanting just to watch Mike Rowe (duh). So we did, and I couldn't take it anymore and before I knew it I was confessing my love for Mike to Andrew. Andrew, ever so boringly, thought this was a great opportunity to lay a surprise kiss on me. Not a good idea. When I'm in a Mike Rowe mood the last thing I want is any other male around me, let alone one trying to kiss me. Needless to say the rest of the date of awkward. So then it was Thanksgiving break, thank god, and he wanted to go to a movie when we got back. I said OK, because I felt I at least owed him another chance and perhaps I needed a date without the tainting of the Dirty Jobs host. I stalled the date for a few days and then finally gave in two saturday's ago. What a mistake. My goal was just to get it over with and have the date not end with a kiss again, because then he'd think things were still on the same path. Ok, so lets just say...at the end of the date I practically jumped out of his car while it was still in motion as it approached my apartment. Probably not so funny for him, but it seemed like a great sit-com scenario to me.
The next day I sort of confessed to Courtney that I kinda liked Ben. Ben being the fraternal twin of her boyfriend. How odd. It's a funny situation. We've talked a few times. I guess we'll try hanging out over break, which is nice because it's always fun to have someone new to hang out with and get to know. And at least he is not so goddamn fucking boring as Mr. Interrupt-My-Mike-Rowe-Moment. Seriously.
But all of this did teach me something very important about myself, which is that I like to be around people, friends or guys, that have strong personalities. When I'm not being shy I do tend to have a strong, very unique personality, and that's what I like to be surrounded by. No cookie-cutter people, please.
Alright, I've been putting off my studying today for too long, so now I'll have to just study even later into the night.
I just called for my Rite Aid (shut up) work schedule for next week and I'm getting 29 hours, which is great considering he told me I'd be getting about 15. I'm so excited to have a check coming to me, even though it will be after Christmas and I literally have less then $10 to my name, and lots of bills.
In the land of love not much has been happening either, but actually it kinda has, more so in my head. I went on three dates with that Andrew kid and I wanted to kill myself. It's sad, because after our first date I like him. There wasn't really a spark that I usually get with guys that I like or the spark that I rely on, but I thought maybe t would show up later seeing as how we had a good time. Then came the second date/hang out time we had the next day. We hung out and he taught me how to play poker, which I thought was awesome so I thought it would be a good date, but about half way through I was just like, "...no way!" It's actually kind of funny how it happened, and maybe a little embarrassing: we were flipping channels and he stopped on an episode of Dirty Jobs. UH OH. Right? I tried to play it cool. Part of me was thinking I should tell him to change the channel so I wouldnt have to bring up the uncomfortable subject of my marriage to Mike Rowe, but the other half of me, the more dominant half was wanting just to watch Mike Rowe (duh). So we did, and I couldn't take it anymore and before I knew it I was confessing my love for Mike to Andrew. Andrew, ever so boringly, thought this was a great opportunity to lay a surprise kiss on me. Not a good idea. When I'm in a Mike Rowe mood the last thing I want is any other male around me, let alone one trying to kiss me. Needless to say the rest of the date of awkward. So then it was Thanksgiving break, thank god, and he wanted to go to a movie when we got back. I said OK, because I felt I at least owed him another chance and perhaps I needed a date without the tainting of the Dirty Jobs host. I stalled the date for a few days and then finally gave in two saturday's ago. What a mistake. My goal was just to get it over with and have the date not end with a kiss again, because then he'd think things were still on the same path. Ok, so lets just say...at the end of the date I practically jumped out of his car while it was still in motion as it approached my apartment. Probably not so funny for him, but it seemed like a great sit-com scenario to me.
The next day I sort of confessed to Courtney that I kinda liked Ben. Ben being the fraternal twin of her boyfriend. How odd. It's a funny situation. We've talked a few times. I guess we'll try hanging out over break, which is nice because it's always fun to have someone new to hang out with and get to know. And at least he is not so goddamn fucking boring as Mr. Interrupt-My-Mike-Rowe-Moment. Seriously.
But all of this did teach me something very important about myself, which is that I like to be around people, friends or guys, that have strong personalities. When I'm not being shy I do tend to have a strong, very unique personality, and that's what I like to be surrounded by. No cookie-cutter people, please.
Alright, I've been putting off my studying today for too long, so now I'll have to just study even later into the night.