Bored
I'm dying here. I suppose I could write my assignment for creative writing. I'm supposed to write something about this guy who is famous on campus. He's just some mental towny who rides around campus on a bike all the time. Usually he's got some combination of face paint, giant pacifier, funny hat, and talking to himself in Vietnamese going on. I could go chat with him (word is he's cool to talk to) and write something true or I could make up some total bullshit. I'm thinking bullshit. Too lazy to track the guy down and talk to him.
In other news, I thought I had it bad being single. My roommate dated a nympho, and she rubbed off (no pun intended) on him a bit. So now he fiends for it. It's kinda sick. He's been single a few months and he talks about wishing he had money for a hooker. It's been a while for me, too, but I don't think I need to pay for anything. But, damn, it is a lonely existence. You'd think that being here in college it'd be easy to find someone. Maybe if I transfer to Boulder I might actually meet another woman who enjoys climbing, though. If everyone in my family got one wish, we'd have a perfect match for me. I would want her to climb with me. Mom wants her to be Jewish. Dad wants her to be smart. My sister would want her to be funny. My brother would want her to be good looking. If anyone there fits these 5 prerequisites, gimme a call, I'll buy you a drink.
Until then, I have to sacrifice a rule every now and then. I met a girl this summer in a finance class that I thought could be cool. We hung out after the tests and everything. I tried inviting her out twice so far. The first time she was out of town. This weekend, she just didn't call back. Guess I should delete her from the cell phone. I usually assume that not getting called back is a bad sign. Time to look around again. Oh, and in case you're wondering, the rule she broke was mom's. Not Jewish. You've won this time, mom!
In other news, I thought I had it bad being single. My roommate dated a nympho, and she rubbed off (no pun intended) on him a bit. So now he fiends for it. It's kinda sick. He's been single a few months and he talks about wishing he had money for a hooker. It's been a while for me, too, but I don't think I need to pay for anything. But, damn, it is a lonely existence. You'd think that being here in college it'd be easy to find someone. Maybe if I transfer to Boulder I might actually meet another woman who enjoys climbing, though. If everyone in my family got one wish, we'd have a perfect match for me. I would want her to climb with me. Mom wants her to be Jewish. Dad wants her to be smart. My sister would want her to be funny. My brother would want her to be good looking. If anyone there fits these 5 prerequisites, gimme a call, I'll buy you a drink.
Until then, I have to sacrifice a rule every now and then. I met a girl this summer in a finance class that I thought could be cool. We hung out after the tests and everything. I tried inviting her out twice so far. The first time she was out of town. This weekend, she just didn't call back. Guess I should delete her from the cell phone. I usually assume that not getting called back is a bad sign. Time to look around again. Oh, and in case you're wondering, the rule she broke was mom's. Not Jewish. You've won this time, mom!