IMAFUCKINGGROWNUP
holy shit i forgot about LJ.
Im 30 years old, Im typing this in the library of UNLV. Today Kyle is coming to visit me for a few days and I am excited but calm. I'm excited to see him, I've really missed him. Im beyond eager to hold him and kiss him and walk around campus holding his hand.
Im calm because I've fallen into my usual habit of solitude. Its not that Im not friendly,or that I don't want friends, because I am and I do. Im just not eager for it? Like I trust that eventually I will make friends. I am trying to force myself out there when I see an opportunity, and I know I should join a club to encourage that behavior. Nothing really grabs my interest? I need a job. With a job its easier to make friends and then plus I will have MONEY to actually do things with. I really hope that Target job calls me.
My main annoyance is with the keyboards in the library (way too noisy) and with these goddamn beautiful acrylics I still have on 8 of my fingers. They are a thing of beauty and I truly enjoy the added layer of femininity they give me but shit I am just still not used to typing with them on. You have to find a balance between using the pads of your fingers and the very tip of the nail. Im getting better about it, but the two I took off have totally thrown off my texting skills. Very odd.
Im 30 years old, Im typing this in the library of UNLV. Today Kyle is coming to visit me for a few days and I am excited but calm. I'm excited to see him, I've really missed him. Im beyond eager to hold him and kiss him and walk around campus holding his hand.
Im calm because I've fallen into my usual habit of solitude. Its not that Im not friendly,or that I don't want friends, because I am and I do. Im just not eager for it? Like I trust that eventually I will make friends. I am trying to force myself out there when I see an opportunity, and I know I should join a club to encourage that behavior. Nothing really grabs my interest? I need a job. With a job its easier to make friends and then plus I will have MONEY to actually do things with. I really hope that Target job calls me.
My main annoyance is with the keyboards in the library (way too noisy) and with these goddamn beautiful acrylics I still have on 8 of my fingers. They are a thing of beauty and I truly enjoy the added layer of femininity they give me but shit I am just still not used to typing with them on. You have to find a balance between using the pads of your fingers and the very tip of the nail. Im getting better about it, but the two I took off have totally thrown off my texting skills. Very odd.