I've got soul but I'm not a soldier
So school starts tomorrow. I'm excited but pretty nervous as well. I have no idea where my classes are and I hate the feeling of being lost more than anything. I'll just try to get there early I guess, and check everything out.
So my real actual date went pretty well the other night. But I've figured out that I'm not the dating type. I dont like getting all dressed up and going to a nice restaurant where you talk back and forth about unimportant stories and things. I like doing something, going somewhere, a place that both interests us. An exciting date. Or maybe hanging out, watching a movie. But dinner...I mean, its nice, but so typical. Anyway, he's a really nice guy but not my type. I think we've decided to stay friends. But he still calls me every night.
Its almost February. How insane is that. I hope this year goes by fast. In August I want to move up to Salt Lake. Maybe just for 6 months or so. Just to get away for a while. Then move back down here with my parents and go back to school again, probably summer school. But I just need to go somewhere. Living in my own place right now is fun, but it'd be 100 times more fun if it was with someone I actually considered someone intellectual. Not that she's not...but I'm weird. And I like to surround myself with weird people. People I can have in depth conversations with, without feeling judged. And say whatevers on my mind. She's just your typical 19 year old girl-Finding happiness in a new pair of gucci sunglasses.
I had a dream the other night that I was getting married to Mark Ruffalo and we were intensly in love with each other. It was the best feeling ever. Just having someone that cared for me that much. Even though it was a dream, it felt real for a minute. It felt comfortable.
I want to buy some flowers today. And put them all over my room. Its so bland right now. It needs sunshine. I dont like being there. I dont mind sleeping there, or being there at night. But during the day, I feel like I need to get out. So I drive 15 minutes everyday back to my parents house. Or in the area to run my errands instead of just doing them down there.
Lauren, I dont know if I can do it. I'll keep my eyes open for a cheap ass studio. But I dont know if I can stay there that long. With her. I'm sorry. We need our own space.
So my real actual date went pretty well the other night. But I've figured out that I'm not the dating type. I dont like getting all dressed up and going to a nice restaurant where you talk back and forth about unimportant stories and things. I like doing something, going somewhere, a place that both interests us. An exciting date. Or maybe hanging out, watching a movie. But dinner...I mean, its nice, but so typical. Anyway, he's a really nice guy but not my type. I think we've decided to stay friends. But he still calls me every night.
Its almost February. How insane is that. I hope this year goes by fast. In August I want to move up to Salt Lake. Maybe just for 6 months or so. Just to get away for a while. Then move back down here with my parents and go back to school again, probably summer school. But I just need to go somewhere. Living in my own place right now is fun, but it'd be 100 times more fun if it was with someone I actually considered someone intellectual. Not that she's not...but I'm weird. And I like to surround myself with weird people. People I can have in depth conversations with, without feeling judged. And say whatevers on my mind. She's just your typical 19 year old girl-Finding happiness in a new pair of gucci sunglasses.
I had a dream the other night that I was getting married to Mark Ruffalo and we were intensly in love with each other. It was the best feeling ever. Just having someone that cared for me that much. Even though it was a dream, it felt real for a minute. It felt comfortable.
I want to buy some flowers today. And put them all over my room. Its so bland right now. It needs sunshine. I dont like being there. I dont mind sleeping there, or being there at night. But during the day, I feel like I need to get out. So I drive 15 minutes everyday back to my parents house. Or in the area to run my errands instead of just doing them down there.
Lauren, I dont know if I can do it. I'll keep my eyes open for a cheap ass studio. But I dont know if I can stay there that long. With her. I'm sorry. We need our own space.