fall 08'
I am utterly exhausted. I hate this semester. Very few good things have come out of this semester - all of which are individuals that are shining very brightly for me right now.
Matt Gaudyn is incredible - we figured out that we have a really rare type of friendship that allows us to get really deep with each other all the time, something I find refreshing and relieving.
Colin and I are on some new kind of level with each other - ever growing, never ending. I always think I'm o.k. without him, but then we hang out and I realize how hopelessly in love with him I am. While I have the support of numerous people around me that he is, indeed, completely in love with me, we have also come to the conclusion that he is acting like a little girl in h.s. about it. I don't think that matters to me so much right now though - I don't mind waiting. I'm good at that.
On that note, I think right now its best for me to be single. I have too much going on - work, travel plans, classes that I can't seem to get a grip on.
Right now, I'm tired. Tired of being all alone. Tired of class - wait, exhausted of class. Tired of my roommates.
OH, MY FUCKING ROOMMATES.
Lets see... we move in.. the whole first month, ALL I FUCKING DID WAS CLEAN THE GOD DAMN FUCKING KITCHEN. They would CONSTANTLY leave mac and cheese hardened pans in the sink, all their cooking supplies fucking everywhere, their sticky fucking margarita mess STUCK TO THE COUNTER, their pasta sauce all over the kitchen floor and they never put away the dishes. Ever.
I knew Rifka had rush for AXO, so I didn't think to say anything to her. I kept my mouth shut, cleaned on a daily basis, and figured it would get better.
For a couple weeks, I've been so busy with everything that - GOD FORBID - I've left a dirty pan out once in awhile.
Now, Rifka thinks we need to have a talk about how dirty I've been leaving the kitchen.
Ya know what I have to say to that? FUCK OFF. Seriously, just fuck off. I'm not going to deal with that for even a second. You can nag me after I've left greasy, rediculous to clean messes all over the counter for a month without even trying to clean up after myself.
Suze = foul mood. Sorry.
Matt Gaudyn is incredible - we figured out that we have a really rare type of friendship that allows us to get really deep with each other all the time, something I find refreshing and relieving.
Colin and I are on some new kind of level with each other - ever growing, never ending. I always think I'm o.k. without him, but then we hang out and I realize how hopelessly in love with him I am. While I have the support of numerous people around me that he is, indeed, completely in love with me, we have also come to the conclusion that he is acting like a little girl in h.s. about it. I don't think that matters to me so much right now though - I don't mind waiting. I'm good at that.
On that note, I think right now its best for me to be single. I have too much going on - work, travel plans, classes that I can't seem to get a grip on.
Right now, I'm tired. Tired of being all alone. Tired of class - wait, exhausted of class. Tired of my roommates.
OH, MY FUCKING ROOMMATES.
Lets see... we move in.. the whole first month, ALL I FUCKING DID WAS CLEAN THE GOD DAMN FUCKING KITCHEN. They would CONSTANTLY leave mac and cheese hardened pans in the sink, all their cooking supplies fucking everywhere, their sticky fucking margarita mess STUCK TO THE COUNTER, their pasta sauce all over the kitchen floor and they never put away the dishes. Ever.
I knew Rifka had rush for AXO, so I didn't think to say anything to her. I kept my mouth shut, cleaned on a daily basis, and figured it would get better.
For a couple weeks, I've been so busy with everything that - GOD FORBID - I've left a dirty pan out once in awhile.
Now, Rifka thinks we need to have a talk about how dirty I've been leaving the kitchen.
Ya know what I have to say to that? FUCK OFF. Seriously, just fuck off. I'm not going to deal with that for even a second. You can nag me after I've left greasy, rediculous to clean messes all over the counter for a month without even trying to clean up after myself.
Suze = foul mood. Sorry.