Heeee haw!
It’s a bye week for the Steelers, so this weekend I hung out in Indiana.
The more and more I think about girls, the more I get frustrated. I hear over and over again…. “Joe is a chick magnet”, or “Joe is so loveable”, or “how can you not want to be with Joe”, but I constantly get rejected when I try to become more than just friends with someone. I can’t change how I am, and the women out there want the total opposite... even though they deny it.
Well anyway, my friend Heidi threw a party for her 21st. It was a pretty good time. There were a few familiar faces, but I met a lot of new people. I’m from more of a city kind of atmosphere, so it’s interesting to see the difference between my culture and the country bumpkin way of boozing. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with either side… but those rural folks really like to drink! Hahaha.
I’m in the process of getting ready for the Homecoming shenanigans. My roommate has to do a gazillion freakin dishes and I hope that he follows through with his responsibilities. I’m not going to clean up his mess and he’s got to learn how to act like an adult. We’re cool now when it comes to the bills, but he’s such a slob. I don’t want people to think that I’m dirty and gross.
The more and more I think about girls, the more I get frustrated. I hear over and over again…. “Joe is a chick magnet”, or “Joe is so loveable”, or “how can you not want to be with Joe”, but I constantly get rejected when I try to become more than just friends with someone. I can’t change how I am, and the women out there want the total opposite... even though they deny it.
Well anyway, my friend Heidi threw a party for her 21st. It was a pretty good time. There were a few familiar faces, but I met a lot of new people. I’m from more of a city kind of atmosphere, so it’s interesting to see the difference between my culture and the country bumpkin way of boozing. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with either side… but those rural folks really like to drink! Hahaha.
I’m in the process of getting ready for the Homecoming shenanigans. My roommate has to do a gazillion freakin dishes and I hope that he follows through with his responsibilities. I’m not going to clean up his mess and he’s got to learn how to act like an adult. We’re cool now when it comes to the bills, but he’s such a slob. I don’t want people to think that I’m dirty and gross.