Hmmm
I live, I promise. I've been reading your entries, but when I click "Comment" nothing comes up. It's as if my words have dried up. I don't like being hollow or trite, so if I can't say anything insightful, I say nothing at all.
I'm dating. I think. I went out with the charming blue-eyed latino I met two fridays ago. I'm hesitent for many reasons, the first and foremost being that he attends LACC. And while I have nothing against community college, this gentleman lacks...um.... smarts. It's almost comical, because when I regress to subjects like literature, world events or politics, he gets the glazed over look. Or else he'll start talking about something extremely random. I'm not sure if it's the language barrier (Spanish being his native) or if he just isn't that deep.
I like him though. He comes from an entirely different walk of life than I have been exposed to. He sees the world through eyes I've never seen. If anything, it's an experience. And to make up for things, he's an incredibly wonderful kisser, and a gentleman. It's pleasant.
Application deadlines are quickly approaching, and I'm waving as they pass by. Will I ever actually go for higher education?
Work has been turning me grumpy. I'm now just doing office bitchwork. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I'm not sure where I want to go (Texas? Masters? Central America?), so I'm inert. Inert from being unable to make up my mind.
Someone kick me in the head.
I'm dating. I think. I went out with the charming blue-eyed latino I met two fridays ago. I'm hesitent for many reasons, the first and foremost being that he attends LACC. And while I have nothing against community college, this gentleman lacks...um.... smarts. It's almost comical, because when I regress to subjects like literature, world events or politics, he gets the glazed over look. Or else he'll start talking about something extremely random. I'm not sure if it's the language barrier (Spanish being his native) or if he just isn't that deep.
I like him though. He comes from an entirely different walk of life than I have been exposed to. He sees the world through eyes I've never seen. If anything, it's an experience. And to make up for things, he's an incredibly wonderful kisser, and a gentleman. It's pleasant.
Application deadlines are quickly approaching, and I'm waving as they pass by. Will I ever actually go for higher education?
Work has been turning me grumpy. I'm now just doing office bitchwork. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I'm not sure where I want to go (Texas? Masters? Central America?), so I'm inert. Inert from being unable to make up my mind.
Someone kick me in the head.