wish-list

May 10, 2010 02:52

 So now that I have *no* more college friends, I've started thinking about what sort of relationships I want to make at my new school.  I have no idea how the roommate thing is going to work out.  Like, at all.  I might get put in with a group of established friends or I might get stuck with the girl who couldn't find a roomie or I might end up in a hallway full of freshmen again.  To be honest, I'm not too worried about that.

I just want to make friends.  I don't care who they are or what they look like or what they're studying or where they live, I just want a group of crazies to call my family.  The kind of people I can be completely myself with, not having to censor myself or change myself at all.

We'll run away to the Benedum after classes and just stand outside.
We'll walk around the city and find non-Starbucks coffee shops.
We'll lie on our beds together and just breathe.
We'll talk until the wee hours of the morning then go to breakfast and drink a gallon of coffee.
We'll make stupid videos together and never let anyone else watch them.
We'll dance together in the hallways to silent music.
We'll laugh at everything the others say and not know why.
We'll drop everything to help each other and care for each other.
We'll break the rules and not worry about getting caught.
We'll yell and scream and cry together and learn to hug it out.
We'll plan our futures together.
We'll make every day an adventure.

Now.  Was that a wish-list for my future group of friends or my future significant other?  Because somewhere the lines blur together and I just realized that I really don't care who I end up doing that stuff with.

I remember why I don't like having crushes.  You start thinking about stuff that you'd like to do once you have someone, even if you know you're nowhere near having someone.  And I'm so far away from having someone I'm practically moving backwards.  Not to mention I know my mom wants me to start dating and get married once I'm done with school so she can be a grandmother before she's 60.

This should be interesting.  Can I find a not-gay but seems-gay guy at Point Park and go see musicals with him and do stupid things with him and then marry him and have little musical-loving babies?  Because that'd be kind of awesome.

i hate thinking about my future

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