"I would ask for your number....but I'm moving tomorrow"
Hey guys, what's up? I just thought I'd appease the masses and update. For the record, I did that thing on Scott and Cory's journal, and it said that only 1% of you read my journal. Also, it said Ernie has a crush on me. I think there's some hidden feature that picks someone of the same sex to always be the one "crushing" on you.
Next order of business: Laura called me before she went away. She told me that she can't see me as anything more than a friend, and I understand that. I told her that I understood that the whole time, but that writing the story and giving it to her was still something that I had to do. And now she's off in Malta. Thanks to everyone who listened to me whining about it for so long; I really needed you guys.
In other news, I have been on this amazing hot streak lately. Can anyone tell me when I turned attractive? Either way, my confidence level is through the roof right now; everyone should have the week I did. In 8 days, I have managed to successfully talk to four different girls. Two of those girls were customers at work, and they gave me their numbers. One girl I met at the "Dump Zone" (long story, don't ask). She started playing with my putter, LITERALLY, and things got interesting from there. I met this one girl in Red Bank last night, and she was incredible. The downside? She's moving to Indiana today and attending Perdue (College? University? I know it's one of those haha). All these girls are pretty and genuine and interesting, and I don't understand where this is coming from. What is most interesting is the lack of effort I have to put in: all these girls are initiating conversation with me.
Finally, I'm just a little confused. Two posts ago, all I did was cry about my Laura situation. Then an anonymous comment called me an asshole. I wrote a post apologizing and telling my friends how much I love them. I suppose it's typical LiveJournal fashion: my whiny post got 15 comments, my loving and regretful post got 2. I don't quite understand.
And in keeping with the emo-ness, I'll leave you with this:
Vindicated, I am selfish, I am wrong
I am right, I swear I'm right, I swear I knew it all along
And I am flawed, but I am cleaning up so well
I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself
Next order of business: Laura called me before she went away. She told me that she can't see me as anything more than a friend, and I understand that. I told her that I understood that the whole time, but that writing the story and giving it to her was still something that I had to do. And now she's off in Malta. Thanks to everyone who listened to me whining about it for so long; I really needed you guys.
In other news, I have been on this amazing hot streak lately. Can anyone tell me when I turned attractive? Either way, my confidence level is through the roof right now; everyone should have the week I did. In 8 days, I have managed to successfully talk to four different girls. Two of those girls were customers at work, and they gave me their numbers. One girl I met at the "Dump Zone" (long story, don't ask). She started playing with my putter, LITERALLY, and things got interesting from there. I met this one girl in Red Bank last night, and she was incredible. The downside? She's moving to Indiana today and attending Perdue (College? University? I know it's one of those haha). All these girls are pretty and genuine and interesting, and I don't understand where this is coming from. What is most interesting is the lack of effort I have to put in: all these girls are initiating conversation with me.
Finally, I'm just a little confused. Two posts ago, all I did was cry about my Laura situation. Then an anonymous comment called me an asshole. I wrote a post apologizing and telling my friends how much I love them. I suppose it's typical LiveJournal fashion: my whiny post got 15 comments, my loving and regretful post got 2. I don't quite understand.
And in keeping with the emo-ness, I'll leave you with this:
Vindicated, I am selfish, I am wrong
I am right, I swear I'm right, I swear I knew it all along
And I am flawed, but I am cleaning up so well
I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself