Justin Verlander is my fiancé
Sorry I haven't been around much, internets. I'm being lurky lately.
In 8 DAYS I get to go home, and I've hit the point where I want to stay here like I want a hole in the head. AKA I wish I was flying to Cleveland on the 7th, like my dad had first proposed. I wonder if you can change your ticket for free? I'll look into it.
It's just that I miss my friends. I don't have friends here like I do at home. I mean, I love them, of course, but there are things I would never tell them, things I wouldn't talk to them about, and things they honestly don't care about when I do. Maybe it's just me, but I'll listen to my friends talk about *anything* if that's what's important to them.
I've also just been made sad by a soccer game we went to where I got beer thrown on me for being classy. Basically I refused to tell the other team of professional athletes that they suck just because they had tied the game. Apparently that makes me an asshole. But Roommate Boy and his brother were rather sweet to me (especially his brother), even if the Boyfriend and Texas were not. Hooray group dynamics that encourage hate!
In happier news, three days and I'll be done with my junior year of college! And my mom might have a part time job for me for the first month that I'm home, and then I'm in the running to get a job for the rest of the time, too. That would be fan-damn-tastic. I'm really excited for summer.
One of numerous goals for the summer: submit something for publication.
In 8 DAYS I get to go home, and I've hit the point where I want to stay here like I want a hole in the head. AKA I wish I was flying to Cleveland on the 7th, like my dad had first proposed. I wonder if you can change your ticket for free? I'll look into it.
It's just that I miss my friends. I don't have friends here like I do at home. I mean, I love them, of course, but there are things I would never tell them, things I wouldn't talk to them about, and things they honestly don't care about when I do. Maybe it's just me, but I'll listen to my friends talk about *anything* if that's what's important to them.
I've also just been made sad by a soccer game we went to where I got beer thrown on me for being classy. Basically I refused to tell the other team of professional athletes that they suck just because they had tied the game. Apparently that makes me an asshole. But Roommate Boy and his brother were rather sweet to me (especially his brother), even if the Boyfriend and Texas were not. Hooray group dynamics that encourage hate!
In happier news, three days and I'll be done with my junior year of college! And my mom might have a part time job for me for the first month that I'm home, and then I'm in the running to get a job for the rest of the time, too. That would be fan-damn-tastic. I'm really excited for summer.
One of numerous goals for the summer: submit something for publication.