Hold onto whatever will get you through
My life has been too boy-centered as of late. I'm realizing this because things have taken a turn for the more depressing on the y-chromosome front, ie. they are caput as of the Sundance Festival, and even more caput as of my feet touching European soil. (I hate that I was so idealistic about it. I hate that I have had him on a pedestal for the last several years. I hate that I love him. I hate that I thought it was going somewhere. I hate that even though we're good together, he's a stupid boy (afraid of commitment). I hate that I can still have sex with him, knowing that in three days it won't matter. I hate that it bothers me.)
So now I'm gonna try to take boys (challenging), and with that, sex (harder still), out of the picture for a while, and focus on the other amazing aspects of my life, such as my mom, the rest of my family, and my friends, with whom I plan to spend oodles of time with before I go back to Spain (on that note, Sam, you are fabulous and saintly for letting me drag you around cornfields in the snow ["Welcome to de Hotel Island...you will neva leave, mon. We smoked your car keys."]). I figure that if any type of romantic action wants to happen in my life at some point, I'll let it, instead of going hunting for it.
And with that refocusing of emotional energy comes a refocusing of intellectual energy. I will become fluent in Spanish. I will focus more on current events. I will travel the fuck out of Europe this term. I will find a goddamn internship this summer, even if it kills me. Maybe I'll teach myself French.
I love listening to Gina sing to her iPod at night. It reminds me even with all of her problems, she's still happy, and that life is pretty great.
Ababa.
So now I'm gonna try to take boys (challenging), and with that, sex (harder still), out of the picture for a while, and focus on the other amazing aspects of my life, such as my mom, the rest of my family, and my friends, with whom I plan to spend oodles of time with before I go back to Spain (on that note, Sam, you are fabulous and saintly for letting me drag you around cornfields in the snow ["Welcome to de Hotel Island...you will neva leave, mon. We smoked your car keys."]). I figure that if any type of romantic action wants to happen in my life at some point, I'll let it, instead of going hunting for it.
And with that refocusing of emotional energy comes a refocusing of intellectual energy. I will become fluent in Spanish. I will focus more on current events. I will travel the fuck out of Europe this term. I will find a goddamn internship this summer, even if it kills me. Maybe I'll teach myself French.
I love listening to Gina sing to her iPod at night. It reminds me even with all of her problems, she's still happy, and that life is pretty great.
Ababa.