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well...there are only two kinds on earth.
i...don't wanna.
*pout*
hmm. sigh, so i have less than a page left to type for this paper to be done.
(that was so not good grammar. hmm, and neither was that. anyhoo!)
i know what i want to type-- i even have all the papers out, ready to be used.
i can't believe that my first year of college? is officialy over and done with TOMORROW.
what the heck. and goodness, what a year it has been.
you know, i don't think i've ever had a normal relationship with anyone of the male species.
(you can tell i'm in a whimsical mood when i refer to guys as a separate species. mhmm.
this is largely due to the fact that i am listening to quite the dandy song by the dresden dolls called "coin operated boy".
cute stuff, this is. and the person's xanga it's on has it on loop, so it's repeated cuteness.)
but yes...no, don't think so. let us recount all the guys in my life:
...
...
um...actually, there either haven't been many, or i can't remember them. i'm voting for the former reason.
hmm. but i've been noticing a trend with how i am and how i act around guys. if they are attached (as in have a girlfriend/crush/potential whatever), it's so much easier for me to be myself around them. in essence, to be their friend. because i know where the line is. i don't have to constantly worry about "does he think that that hug was more than platonic?" or "am i standing too close to him?" or anything silly like that. and then there's that one time where i think all those worries turned around and bit me, of all people, and i happened to be best friends with one of the goodest guys on this earth. *sigh* oh, what relationships will do to a gal, huh? but yes. is this just me? am i just destined to awkwardly walk on eggshells until either me or my guy friend declares a line? ...or am i just too into having lines in the first place? hmm. i like lines. i like definition. is anything wrong with that?
so, the lesson here? befriend guys who have a girlfriend.
or have someone they want to be their girlfriend(as long as that potential girlfriend isn't me).
then our friendship is guaranteed to be smooth sailing and less awkward than if he was unattached.
...just kidding. well, not really. but isn't this kind of sad? or pathetic. or something.
hmm ok. enough procrastination. although, speaking of procrastination, though, one of the best things ever is playmash.com. apparently, i'm supposed to either marry a guy named justin and have pets, or a guy named damien and have two kids. and be either a nanny in romania or a back-up singer in canada. and live in an apartment in san francisco or a mansion in cincinnati.
oh, hmm. i just realized that this was a very boy-centric entry. eh. *shrug*
i...don't wanna.
*pout*
hmm. sigh, so i have less than a page left to type for this paper to be done.
(that was so not good grammar. hmm, and neither was that. anyhoo!)
i know what i want to type-- i even have all the papers out, ready to be used.
i can't believe that my first year of college? is officialy over and done with TOMORROW.
what the heck. and goodness, what a year it has been.
you know, i don't think i've ever had a normal relationship with anyone of the male species.
(you can tell i'm in a whimsical mood when i refer to guys as a separate species. mhmm.
this is largely due to the fact that i am listening to quite the dandy song by the dresden dolls called "coin operated boy".
cute stuff, this is. and the person's xanga it's on has it on loop, so it's repeated cuteness.)
but yes...no, don't think so. let us recount all the guys in my life:
...
...
um...actually, there either haven't been many, or i can't remember them. i'm voting for the former reason.
hmm. but i've been noticing a trend with how i am and how i act around guys. if they are attached (as in have a girlfriend/crush/potential whatever), it's so much easier for me to be myself around them. in essence, to be their friend. because i know where the line is. i don't have to constantly worry about "does he think that that hug was more than platonic?" or "am i standing too close to him?" or anything silly like that. and then there's that one time where i think all those worries turned around and bit me, of all people, and i happened to be best friends with one of the goodest guys on this earth. *sigh* oh, what relationships will do to a gal, huh? but yes. is this just me? am i just destined to awkwardly walk on eggshells until either me or my guy friend declares a line? ...or am i just too into having lines in the first place? hmm. i like lines. i like definition. is anything wrong with that?
so, the lesson here? befriend guys who have a girlfriend.
or have someone they want to be their girlfriend(as long as that potential girlfriend isn't me).
then our friendship is guaranteed to be smooth sailing and less awkward than if he was unattached.
...just kidding. well, not really. but isn't this kind of sad? or pathetic. or something.
hmm ok. enough procrastination. although, speaking of procrastination, though, one of the best things ever is playmash.com. apparently, i'm supposed to either marry a guy named justin and have pets, or a guy named damien and have two kids. and be either a nanny in romania or a back-up singer in canada. and live in an apartment in san francisco or a mansion in cincinnati.
oh, hmm. i just realized that this was a very boy-centric entry. eh. *shrug*