We rely MUCH too heavily on Facebook. Or at least, I do, if I need to find anything out at all, which is completely absurd. I almost spelled "absurd" with an 'o' instead of an "a". Lame.
Actually, it's just wine-induced. Wine reduction?
Nobody ever leaves comments on drunk posts, and why should they? It's frightening enough to be taken for a road trip, or on one of those rollercoasters that don't even deserve that title because they're not scary enough, but since people have lost legs being idiots on them they earn it.
You know, like the ones where they play "Zip a Dee Doo Dah" which I don't even really need to know how to spell. How awesome is that?
I really hope I get to audition to be a Disney Princess. I'm pretty much desperately in love with this idea. Thank goodness - I don't want to be desperately in love with anyone quite yet.
You know what I'm excited about, romantically? Feeling lonely. Isn't that bizarre? I know it is, surely and rationally as I know that the sky only appears blue because air particles reflect blue light and therefore "midnight blue" on a crayon is a scientifically legitimate color, but I don't care. It really does make sense, if you're me and you just like to toe that line between bitter sophisticate and idealist. Yeah, hush yo mouf.
I feel like being lonely would be good in this way because it would mean that I was emotionally open and missing that person. Sure, I do talk up people I like, I just don't want a surrious relationship, y'know?
Like, y'know.
Labels for this post: completely wholesome as always and forever amen
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Attempts
I would just like to say that I very much like Muse, and I wish they would come out with a new album already.
Yesterday I had coffee with one of my friends from high school, who is also a super mega hottie and it's left me with a weird case of nervousness. I'm not really sure why, but I can never behave in date-like atmospheres. I tend to stick out my tongue a lot when I smile or laugh, or all my witty remarks flit around in my brain and I can't really think of anything funny.
Example: yesterday I was chatting with coffee guy, and he told me that he recently hung out with a bunch of really stylish, urban people from our high school, and he lives on a farm. In my non-freaked out part of my brain, I thought, "One of these things is not like the other", and under ordinary circumstances, I would have said that.
Uuuugghgghghghghghghgh
Who is the editor-in-chief of the Rotunda? Does anyone know?
If so, please let me know.
Labels for this post: nerves, Muse, journalism
Yesterday I had coffee with one of my friends from high school, who is also a super mega hottie and it's left me with a weird case of nervousness. I'm not really sure why, but I can never behave in date-like atmospheres. I tend to stick out my tongue a lot when I smile or laugh, or all my witty remarks flit around in my brain and I can't really think of anything funny.
Example: yesterday I was chatting with coffee guy, and he told me that he recently hung out with a bunch of really stylish, urban people from our high school, and he lives on a farm. In my non-freaked out part of my brain, I thought, "One of these things is not like the other", and under ordinary circumstances, I would have said that.
Uuuugghgghghghghghghgh
Who is the editor-in-chief of the Rotunda? Does anyone know?
If so, please let me know.
Labels for this post: nerves, Muse, journalism
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Preening
Is it absolutely shameless to say that I admire myself sometimes?
If so, I'd like you to promptly go to hell. Just kidding - I don't really mean that at all.
I'm just sort of reveling in the quietude of my summer. I love my room and my bed, but mostly my stash of favorite books that I read and reread whenever I'm home.
I could never have a TV in my room - I think it seriously disrupts the idea of peace and rest that your room should bring you. Mine is my sanctuary. So is my diary. If you wanted a real look inside my head, you'd have to find it. I don't recommend it. You might die.
Again, I kid.
Generally speaking, I like to find certain things to admire in other people. Qualities I myself lack, or some similarity. Positive things. I find that people on the whole are far too negative, especially in regard to themselves. If we all practiced a little more self-love, maybe we'd make actual progress.
Something I admire in myself is that I'm brave enough to be alone. I don't feel the compulsion to be with someone, because my happiness does not hinge on it. It will not make or break my future or really any of my decisions. Of course, that will change with time, once I find someone who is worth it. But they don't have to hurry back - I'll catch up to them.
Labels for this post: Zen, sanctuary, free
If so, I'd like you to promptly go to hell. Just kidding - I don't really mean that at all.
I'm just sort of reveling in the quietude of my summer. I love my room and my bed, but mostly my stash of favorite books that I read and reread whenever I'm home.
I could never have a TV in my room - I think it seriously disrupts the idea of peace and rest that your room should bring you. Mine is my sanctuary. So is my diary. If you wanted a real look inside my head, you'd have to find it. I don't recommend it. You might die.
Again, I kid.
Generally speaking, I like to find certain things to admire in other people. Qualities I myself lack, or some similarity. Positive things. I find that people on the whole are far too negative, especially in regard to themselves. If we all practiced a little more self-love, maybe we'd make actual progress.
Something I admire in myself is that I'm brave enough to be alone. I don't feel the compulsion to be with someone, because my happiness does not hinge on it. It will not make or break my future or really any of my decisions. Of course, that will change with time, once I find someone who is worth it. But they don't have to hurry back - I'll catch up to them.
Labels for this post: Zen, sanctuary, free
Thursday, June 11, 2009
I'm just not an introvert
I've been taking an online class since school was out, and I am failing it miserably. Why? Because I have no idea what's going on. I had no idea I had about seven assignments missing until I received a list yesterday about them - and even then, I'm pretty sure I've turned in at least three of those "missing" assignments.
I'm not angry, just resigned. Without the buffer of twenty other people, general education seems kind-of pointless. Actually, it seems a lot pointless.
Anyway.
I'm attempting to find a job, and it just gets gradually sillier. There's a wonderful coffee shop in our downtown area who will need someone in July, approximately right before I leave to go to Boston. I can't do that to a business, especially a small local business in this economy. I adore small businesses.
I really want to move. As in, to Italy or Germany. I can get to both of those places from either of those places. If I love Europe in theory, it will just be that much better when I actually go there. I'm totally going. I don't know when, but I am definitely boarding a Lufthansa. I hope there will be cake.
I think I'm a bitch. Secretly. The kind of bitch that you don't really expect because I'm a nice person. I'd like to reassure you that I really am a genuinely nice person and that this is just a by-product of a blow to my self-esteem, but I don't think that's true.
The other night, I went to a party. There was a guy there who was very much not my type: blonde, blue-eyed, and a musclehead. He tried to scam on me but I tactfully discouraged him. Later in the evening he came up to me and said, "I'm in love with you," and looked at me very seriously. I laughed, then said, "Yeah, right." And I left. Did I ever mention I think opportunists are disgusting?
Labels for this post: Gen Eds, opportunity, cost
I'm not angry, just resigned. Without the buffer of twenty other people, general education seems kind-of pointless. Actually, it seems a lot pointless.
Anyway.
I'm attempting to find a job, and it just gets gradually sillier. There's a wonderful coffee shop in our downtown area who will need someone in July, approximately right before I leave to go to Boston. I can't do that to a business, especially a small local business in this economy. I adore small businesses.
I really want to move. As in, to Italy or Germany. I can get to both of those places from either of those places. If I love Europe in theory, it will just be that much better when I actually go there. I'm totally going. I don't know when, but I am definitely boarding a Lufthansa. I hope there will be cake.
I think I'm a bitch. Secretly. The kind of bitch that you don't really expect because I'm a nice person. I'd like to reassure you that I really am a genuinely nice person and that this is just a by-product of a blow to my self-esteem, but I don't think that's true.
The other night, I went to a party. There was a guy there who was very much not my type: blonde, blue-eyed, and a musclehead. He tried to scam on me but I tactfully discouraged him. Later in the evening he came up to me and said, "I'm in love with you," and looked at me very seriously. I laughed, then said, "Yeah, right." And I left. Did I ever mention I think opportunists are disgusting?
Labels for this post: Gen Eds, opportunity, cost
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Unfair
If you've ever said something bad about me, you're probably right. I really do need to be more respectful and keep my word. Don't defend me. I didn't.
I'm sorry if what I think isn't what you'd like to hear. I'm sorry for inspiring any sort of hatred or ill will. I don't hate anybody or anything.
From now on, I'm going to do my best to just not say anything. Nothing nice, and nothing mean. Just nothing. Which is what I said I would do and should have done. Now, it's really over.
Goodbye, youth.
There is a bucket of rocks in my basement, and I'm not entirely sure why.
I really hate online classes. They weigh upon my soul.
I was just in New York for some family stuff, and I had an ice cream soda (very tasty).
I wish I had a job in retail, though I understand why I'm not an ideal candidate for hire.
I wish oatmeal was an alternate fuel, like in the Quaker Oats commercials where the people are flying around on Quaker Oat jetpacks.
And I wish I could go on a date with Andy Samberg. Holler!
Just letting you know what's up. I promise to be more poetic next time and describe that ever-receding intersection of chemistry, humor, intelligence, and tall. My own personal Jim Halpert.
Labels for this post: resolution, whatcha upta?, ice cream soda
I'm sorry if what I think isn't what you'd like to hear. I'm sorry for inspiring any sort of hatred or ill will. I don't hate anybody or anything.
From now on, I'm going to do my best to just not say anything. Nothing nice, and nothing mean. Just nothing. Which is what I said I would do and should have done. Now, it's really over.
Goodbye, youth.
There is a bucket of rocks in my basement, and I'm not entirely sure why.
I really hate online classes. They weigh upon my soul.
I was just in New York for some family stuff, and I had an ice cream soda (very tasty).
I wish I had a job in retail, though I understand why I'm not an ideal candidate for hire.
I wish oatmeal was an alternate fuel, like in the Quaker Oats commercials where the people are flying around on Quaker Oat jetpacks.
And I wish I could go on a date with Andy Samberg. Holler!
Just letting you know what's up. I promise to be more poetic next time and describe that ever-receding intersection of chemistry, humor, intelligence, and tall. My own personal Jim Halpert.
Labels for this post: resolution, whatcha upta?, ice cream soda
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