Chinese food and routine disappointment
The OKCupid foray that I mentioned last week has led to five dates with five different guys, all of which ended in one or two dinner dates before I said "I don't see this going anywhere romantically." No kisses, no holding hands. Just Chinese food and some pretty routine disappointment. But the upside is that I'm learning a whole lot about the manners of dating (for example, be sure to tell someone that it's not going to work out before they drive 35 minutes to come and see you, even if it means saying it over the phone).
I used to avoid awkward conversations like the plague, but now it's much easier. Essentially I've been having to train myself to not be disappointed when I can't make everyone happy. And while the above two sentences may sound like common sense to most people, it's definitely something that I've been having to teach myself.
School is insane at the moment, in a sense that it's both busy and kind of detached from reality. I have classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 8 AM to 7:30 PM, which pales in comparison to working on Monday, Wednesday, Friday from 9 to 6. School punctuates real life in this bizarre way, like a portal to some bizarro-universe where things like textbooks and grades and GPAs actually mater. And then just as quickly as they appear, the school days are lost amongst the mountain of other things that are more relevant. I remember school in the same fuzzy way that I remember a strange dream.
I finally started shopping for shoes at Big and Tall stores. As it turns out, my foot is size 14 and extra wide, and pretty much every other shoe I've owned was fitting me improperly. Except I didn't have a reference point for "good shoe fitting," so I had no idea. Oh, what a brave new world of footware I've discovered! I can show shop for shoes based on design and look rather than just "Well...what's the biggest thing they have?"
The fun part about having disproportionately large shoes is that they match my large head and hands, making me kind of look like one of the characters from the video game Fable (which isn't a bad thing at all - actually I think it's kind of endearing).
I'm going to go back to listening to the new Ben Folds album...and maybe work.
I used to avoid awkward conversations like the plague, but now it's much easier. Essentially I've been having to train myself to not be disappointed when I can't make everyone happy. And while the above two sentences may sound like common sense to most people, it's definitely something that I've been having to teach myself.
School is insane at the moment, in a sense that it's both busy and kind of detached from reality. I have classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 8 AM to 7:30 PM, which pales in comparison to working on Monday, Wednesday, Friday from 9 to 6. School punctuates real life in this bizarre way, like a portal to some bizarro-universe where things like textbooks and grades and GPAs actually mater. And then just as quickly as they appear, the school days are lost amongst the mountain of other things that are more relevant. I remember school in the same fuzzy way that I remember a strange dream.
I finally started shopping for shoes at Big and Tall stores. As it turns out, my foot is size 14 and extra wide, and pretty much every other shoe I've owned was fitting me improperly. Except I didn't have a reference point for "good shoe fitting," so I had no idea. Oh, what a brave new world of footware I've discovered! I can show shop for shoes based on design and look rather than just "Well...what's the biggest thing they have?"
The fun part about having disproportionately large shoes is that they match my large head and hands, making me kind of look like one of the characters from the video game Fable (which isn't a bad thing at all - actually I think it's kind of endearing).
I'm going to go back to listening to the new Ben Folds album...and maybe work.