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A slightly older man with a shaved head and a tribal tattoo who I happened to see at the beach yesterday also happened to be at the same coffeehouse as I was today while working on my sermon. He came up to me, recognized that he saw me at the beach, introduced himself as Mike, and told me I'd be great for modeling. I nearly vomited. Unwanted male attention is the worst kind of attention. Ad you'd think that seeing a girl with a Bible and a book of sermons sprawled on the table would deter him from hitting on me. But I guess not.
Needless to say, I'm ready to get out of Salem. These last two weeks of Summer are strange. Last Summer, I was excited to go back to school, but sad to leave my then new boyfriend Adam. Now, I'm nervous to start my division III, but excited to go back to school. Friends are all busy getting ready to go back, working every day I have off, it seems. This is my first Fall going back to school without a boyfriend in two years. It's about time I learned my lesson. But these last two weeks are dragging. I'm starting to feel anxious. Not bad anxious. Confused anxious, the type of anxious that one feels when entering into a new situation. I'm going back to school with nothing holding me back, nothing to make me think of what I'm missing back home.
I don't have a friend at home who will drop everything and take a walk with me when I'm feel blah. It's not because I have bad friends at home-- people are working at home, people are depressed at home, people just can't be around all the time at home.
My parents are out playing tennis. I guess I'll go smoke a bowl and watch the rest of Reality Bites.
Needless to say, I'm ready to get out of Salem. These last two weeks of Summer are strange. Last Summer, I was excited to go back to school, but sad to leave my then new boyfriend Adam. Now, I'm nervous to start my division III, but excited to go back to school. Friends are all busy getting ready to go back, working every day I have off, it seems. This is my first Fall going back to school without a boyfriend in two years. It's about time I learned my lesson. But these last two weeks are dragging. I'm starting to feel anxious. Not bad anxious. Confused anxious, the type of anxious that one feels when entering into a new situation. I'm going back to school with nothing holding me back, nothing to make me think of what I'm missing back home.
I don't have a friend at home who will drop everything and take a walk with me when I'm feel blah. It's not because I have bad friends at home-- people are working at home, people are depressed at home, people just can't be around all the time at home.
My parents are out playing tennis. I guess I'll go smoke a bowl and watch the rest of Reality Bites.