Ah, hot freshman, how hot you are, over there being knowledgeable and friendly...
I dunno, maybe it'll happen, mebbe not...
But I'll try, and as my friend put it, I won't stop short of drugging! (lol, jk, I'd feel too much like Merope, Voldy's mom)
But anyway, I guess this breaks the theme of self pity and stuff like that...Here, I'll try again.
OMFG I'M SO TIRED RIGHT NOW. NEED SLEEP IMMEDIATELY.
and it's true...I am, and I do!
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
The History of "Love": the trials and tribulations of the one who's been unlucky
Wow. Look at me. I'm unlucky in love.
Well, let's try again. Maybe we can learn from my history.
I was young and stupid...in kindergarten! I fell in "love" with this one kid, and then he showed me his penis during class one day...and I stopped "loving" him. The second, I stopped loving because he always wanted to cheat off of me on worksheets.
I was the transfer kid in the 2nd grade. I saw this black haired, deep voiced boy. I never talked to him, I don't think he knew my name...but I liked him. Aaaaaand then I told my friend and she promptly said "Ew!" and I stopped liking him.
In Junior High, this one kid asked me out. It lasted about a week, and we didn't try again. I later found out he was gay.There were other boys, before and after this one, but you know...they were the kind that never knew my name, except for when they needed answers...then they knew my phone number and everything...
High school came along...and I liked this one boy, a really tall boy. He was my lab partner for sophomore year...he was in my bio class for junior year, and senior year...he was basically in all my classes. So, imagine my discomfort when I tell him I like him...and I'm rejected. Sad right? Well, forget him. I went to prom all by myself, and I had an amazing time.
Freshman year comes about...and I immediately latch on to a guy...the most moody, antisocial guy I could ever hope to find. He's everything you don't want: a know it all, a jerk, a douche...and still, I fell in like. I came to accept that he's a douchebag, but I still flirt...as I am wont to do.
This year, my sophomore year of college, I promptly fell in like with my next door neighbor in my dorm...I think he's gay, but...you never know. People might surprise you sometimes.
Still, I'm gonna give up hope on that one, maybe get to know the one that I literally saw make rice on his own, but heat up some chicken nuggets for dinner. You know, the one that really likes South Park and has a tattoo on his shoulder. Maybe I'll even find out his name one day.
Well, let's try again. Maybe we can learn from my history.
I was young and stupid...in kindergarten! I fell in "love" with this one kid, and then he showed me his penis during class one day...and I stopped "loving" him. The second, I stopped loving because he always wanted to cheat off of me on worksheets.
I was the transfer kid in the 2nd grade. I saw this black haired, deep voiced boy. I never talked to him, I don't think he knew my name...but I liked him. Aaaaaand then I told my friend and she promptly said "Ew!" and I stopped liking him.
In Junior High, this one kid asked me out. It lasted about a week, and we didn't try again. I later found out he was gay.There were other boys, before and after this one, but you know...they were the kind that never knew my name, except for when they needed answers...then they knew my phone number and everything...
High school came along...and I liked this one boy, a really tall boy. He was my lab partner for sophomore year...he was in my bio class for junior year, and senior year...he was basically in all my classes. So, imagine my discomfort when I tell him I like him...and I'm rejected. Sad right? Well, forget him. I went to prom all by myself, and I had an amazing time.
Freshman year comes about...and I immediately latch on to a guy...the most moody, antisocial guy I could ever hope to find. He's everything you don't want: a know it all, a jerk, a douche...and still, I fell in like. I came to accept that he's a douchebag, but I still flirt...as I am wont to do.
This year, my sophomore year of college, I promptly fell in like with my next door neighbor in my dorm...I think he's gay, but...you never know. People might surprise you sometimes.
Still, I'm gonna give up hope on that one, maybe get to know the one that I literally saw make rice on his own, but heat up some chicken nuggets for dinner. You know, the one that really likes South Park and has a tattoo on his shoulder. Maybe I'll even find out his name one day.
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