I'm a senior in college. In my head, this means my classes should be challenging, homework should be mountainous, papers should take over my life, research should be what I eat, breathe and sleep, I should be painting at all hours of the day and I shouldn't have time to write this. This may be what it should mean, but it is not what it is. How sad. Actually, I'm bored. Out of my mind. I'm not being challenged. Even in my classes that I thought I would be, I'm not. I read the newspaper online for one class and read about a play a week for another with a few other pages interspersed. It's really not enough to really keep me busy. Oh, sure I paint and design, but that's not work, I love that.
in short: I'm bored. I need to focus and work really hard this semester, but there's no motivation. Really.
Maybe I can get that window painted now...
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Just prepare to laugh. Either at or with me.
Here's the rundown of my dating life thus far this year. Because, if you can't laugh at it, life is going to seem a lot longer than you'd like.
One couldn't handle a social situation to save his life. He told me education wasn't all that important and told me I'm spoiled. Which... I may be, but you don't tell me that. Especially when you're trying to date me and I go to college. A good college. And I'm a senior. Which means I want to be here.
The crying guy.
The guy who can't figure out the difference in feel, fill and full. He really wants to share his fillings with me... so either he wants to kiss me or tell me he liked me.... the constant guessing got old.
The guy who had the nerve to tell me women are only good for one thing. This reminded me that Dad always said, "Boys only want one thing." He was serious, but, fortunately, not about all boys.
The guy who likes to tell me how much he likes me and then asks if it's weird that he feels so much for me.
The guy who accidentally tells me he loves me all the time.
The firefighter. Letdown.
The roughneck who talked a lot while making out. You can't do both. Either conversation or kissing. Not both. Oh and he left a hickey. And by a, I mean five, obviously. Gross. We were over the next day.
Edward Scissorhands. If you don't know that story, maybe I can share sometime.
The Professor. From another university... I feel the need to qualify that. He was great.
Other. Also, good.
and a few that I won't mention... :)
One couldn't handle a social situation to save his life. He told me education wasn't all that important and told me I'm spoiled. Which... I may be, but you don't tell me that. Especially when you're trying to date me and I go to college. A good college. And I'm a senior. Which means I want to be here.
The crying guy.
The guy who can't figure out the difference in feel, fill and full. He really wants to share his fillings with me... so either he wants to kiss me or tell me he liked me.... the constant guessing got old.
The guy who had the nerve to tell me women are only good for one thing. This reminded me that Dad always said, "Boys only want one thing." He was serious, but, fortunately, not about all boys.
The guy who likes to tell me how much he likes me and then asks if it's weird that he feels so much for me.
The guy who accidentally tells me he loves me all the time.
The firefighter. Letdown.
The roughneck who talked a lot while making out. You can't do both. Either conversation or kissing. Not both. Oh and he left a hickey. And by a, I mean five, obviously. Gross. We were over the next day.
Edward Scissorhands. If you don't know that story, maybe I can share sometime.
The Professor. From another university... I feel the need to qualify that. He was great.
Other. Also, good.
and a few that I won't mention... :)
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