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You know what irritates me? The word "psyched." Moreso than it should, I'm sure. And I have to cringe every single time Sarah Tang says "I'm psyched..." which is a lot. A really lot. But I keep my mouth shut. Because good friends do that and stuff. But it just makes me want to remove her brain when she does it. She's so intelligent, and they've got her on a fad, at NAU. She's this incredible person, who used to think for herself and refuse to conform to the popular things etc. And now she's saying words like "psyched" in regular conversation, over and over, because a boy likes the word. She used to use "passionate." A beautiful word, that means the exact same thing. And they've reduced her to "psyched." Sarah Tang gets dreads for fun, for personal experience. I think, possibly, that if it had been a different college not located in Flagstaff, the experience chosen would have been different than dreads (blank slate, yadayada), but the fact is that the Sarah Tang that I know would absolutely, totally do that. Something that is usually a lifestyle choice, a statement; she did it because she thought it would be fun. But the Sarah Tang that I know does not say "psyched" because some boy finds it one of the most important words in his vocabulary.
Anyway, spending the night alone for the first Saturday in six, maybe seven months. It's still not too late to go hang out with the old Chick Fil A gang, and perhaps I'll set that up next week or something, but as it stands I'm already under the covers and comfortable. Just not looking forward to my mother's reaction in the morning. She'll think we broke up. Worse, she'll think because my door is locked, that I was so upset I OD'd on sleeping pills when we broke up. But, whatever. I locked my door so to avoid her for as long as possible.
Boys are dumb.
Anyway, spending the night alone for the first Saturday in six, maybe seven months. It's still not too late to go hang out with the old Chick Fil A gang, and perhaps I'll set that up next week or something, but as it stands I'm already under the covers and comfortable. Just not looking forward to my mother's reaction in the morning. She'll think we broke up. Worse, she'll think because my door is locked, that I was so upset I OD'd on sleeping pills when we broke up. But, whatever. I locked my door so to avoid her for as long as possible.
Boys are dumb.