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I might just be the most fickle person I’ve ever met, and it’s most frustrating. So there’s this boy Phil who lives on my floor. He looks like the real life version of Jimmy Neutron. That aside, he’s extremely nice, respectful and has a wonderful sense of humor. His laugh alone gets me going for a long time. He used to like me, but I didn’t like him back. I only wanted to be friends, even though I definitely put out another vibe. I’ve become quite a flirt in college, and flirted with him a lot (still do actually). So I definitely led him on, but never really wanted anything with him beyond a friendship. I’m going to hell in a handbag, I know. And when he finally came out and said he liked me and wanted something to come of it, I froze, got scared and claustrophobic because I’m a dork who views being asked out as a marriage proposal and I’m afraid of commitment. After crushing his ego and heart, he backed off quite a bit, didn’t hang out with me as much and stopped coming to my room altogether. If I wanted to see him I had to go to his room. And I’d become accustomed to getting a lot of attention, so when the supply source decided to cut back on distribution, I became angry. Then he found another girl and didn’t bother telling me about her until I saw them walking through the lobby to take the stairs up to her floor while I was sitting in the lobby with a bunch of other people after a hardy night of drinking. My altered state didn’t help matters, but I was totally miffed. Basically, now that he’s pursuing this other girl and not giving me as much attention as he used to I want him. But at the same time, I know I don’t want to date him or be in a relationship and if he came back full force I’d freak out again. So there’s no pleasing me. I’ll never be satisfied.
The light in the laundry room is burned out.
Some exciting news, I get to write my first essay for English! I was offended when he had to talk a little bit about how to put an essay together and told us that "using a couple phrases from the book is a good thing to do." Oh well, we're finally writing something and not just reading bad books. Did I mention what we're reading right now? Like Water for Chocolate. All I can say is, thank God the man didn't choose One Hundred Years of Solitude as our Latin American novel...
The light in the laundry room is burned out.
Some exciting news, I get to write my first essay for English! I was offended when he had to talk a little bit about how to put an essay together and told us that "using a couple phrases from the book is a good thing to do." Oh well, we're finally writing something and not just reading bad books. Did I mention what we're reading right now? Like Water for Chocolate. All I can say is, thank God the man didn't choose One Hundred Years of Solitude as our Latin American novel...