There are these dudes outside painting our balcony. I just got done listening to them and spying on them through a very small slit in the curtains. One said something about how he was going to just stay on the front port until "they" come out. Weirdos. I have the entire day off today. No class, no work. The entire day to do what I want with.
I'd sure like to know why someone as attractive as myself cannot find a decent member of the opposite sex to occupy my time. I have too much dead time on my hands to think about things that are depressing and destructive.
But back to the opposite sex thing. No one on this campus is attractive. No one. Not even remotely. They are all the fucking same. Gaucho pants, frat boy smell, flip flops....kill me. I don't know why I even bother looking. And keep looking. Even if there was someone attractive, what would I do? Go up and say hi? More like run away. Someone attractive needs to approach me and be my buddy. Keep me entertained. It really doesn't take that much. I suck at life. I am really a social reject. I can't interact with people. Recluse. Is that a word, and did I use it in the correct connotation? I hope you all know what I meant by that. My wrists are sweating. I think the painter boys are gone. I can't hear their stupid talk anymore.
It sucks to be written off and forsaken. Wait til I do the same thing to you. Nevermind, not like it matters. I wish I could forget to think about some things. "Teach me how I should forget to think!"--Romeo. Doesn't he say that to Benvolio? Tybalt was my favorite...prince of cats. Puuurrrr. So true though. How do you go about forgetting something that keeps harping in your mind over and over again? The only thing that works for me is pot. But if Romeo did pot he may have been too lazy to go to that party and meet Juliet. But Romeo HAD parties to attend, whereas I do NOT. Romeo had friends and cousins, whereas I do NOT. So...let the smoking commence. What if I were on Intervention? For pot? That would be ridiculous. And impossible, because not that many people give a shit. If I had better things to do, I wouldn't smoke. But the thing is....I HAVE nothing to do. This isn't justification, because that's a lie. God I'm a liar.
I was tagged the other day. But I don't think I can write 20 things about myself. It just wouldn't be right. Couldn't do it. It's only 10am? I have the whole day to do what I want. Score.
I'd sure like to know why someone as attractive as myself cannot find a decent member of the opposite sex to occupy my time. I have too much dead time on my hands to think about things that are depressing and destructive.
But back to the opposite sex thing. No one on this campus is attractive. No one. Not even remotely. They are all the fucking same. Gaucho pants, frat boy smell, flip flops....kill me. I don't know why I even bother looking. And keep looking. Even if there was someone attractive, what would I do? Go up and say hi? More like run away. Someone attractive needs to approach me and be my buddy. Keep me entertained. It really doesn't take that much. I suck at life. I am really a social reject. I can't interact with people. Recluse. Is that a word, and did I use it in the correct connotation? I hope you all know what I meant by that. My wrists are sweating. I think the painter boys are gone. I can't hear their stupid talk anymore.
It sucks to be written off and forsaken. Wait til I do the same thing to you. Nevermind, not like it matters. I wish I could forget to think about some things. "Teach me how I should forget to think!"--Romeo. Doesn't he say that to Benvolio? Tybalt was my favorite...prince of cats. Puuurrrr. So true though. How do you go about forgetting something that keeps harping in your mind over and over again? The only thing that works for me is pot. But if Romeo did pot he may have been too lazy to go to that party and meet Juliet. But Romeo HAD parties to attend, whereas I do NOT. Romeo had friends and cousins, whereas I do NOT. So...let the smoking commence. What if I were on Intervention? For pot? That would be ridiculous. And impossible, because not that many people give a shit. If I had better things to do, I wouldn't smoke. But the thing is....I HAVE nothing to do. This isn't justification, because that's a lie. God I'm a liar.
I was tagged the other day. But I don't think I can write 20 things about myself. It just wouldn't be right. Couldn't do it. It's only 10am? I have the whole day to do what I want. Score.
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Cain my advice for you however, is hang in there. find other new avenues to dig in. do what you want, and how you want it. fuck everyone. when you need them, they will be there. those that trully matter. perhaps you need a vacation?
i hope your day(s) get brighter. i have an old saying: "when in deep water, become a diver". i.e. make the most of what you have, and hang in there.
take care,
So, yeah.
Still doesn't make me less of a dork though.