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| I'm ridding my life of 35 year old teenagers. I can't believe I wasted years of my life on this bullshit. At least I can chalk it up to youth and inexperience. I'm obviously a horrible judge of character. Grown men do seem to love going for teenage girls who freely admit to self-esteem problems though. I didn't realize it usually left the girl with even less self-confidence. Guess I'm another statistic.
Whatever though. I'm moving on, and I'll never make that mistake again.
For all you grown men boosting your own ego on teenagers though, please learn Savage's campsite rule and at least do the girl a favor. | | |
| I'm ridding my life of 35 year old teenagers. I can't believe I wasted years of my life on this bullshit. At least I can chalk it up to youth and inexperience. I'm obviously a horrible judge of character. Grown men do seem to love going for teenage girls who freely admit to self-esteem problems though. I didn't realize it usually left the girl with even less self-confidence. Guess I'm another statistic.
Whatever though. I'm moving on, and all never make that mistake again.
For all you grown men going all predator for the teenagers though, please learn Savage's campsite rule and at least do the girl a favor. | | |
| I'm sitting in class, and I'm frustrated with people. This is aided by what's been going on for the last few minutes. The professor was trying to get the class to define eugenics, mentioning that there had been a devastating example in the 20th century. Someone defines it and we move on. About five minutes later a guy near me speaks up. "Hey, isn't that sort of what the NAZI's were doing?"
Well fucking duh. That was the devastating example the professor was alluding to, dumbass.
My day started horribly, and maybe I'm a little more frustrated with people than usual lately to begin with, but seriously? Between the meltdown of Richard via text/calls a few weeks ago, another weird guy sending me messages, the possibility that I'm losing two supposedly close friends, and a big issue that has been going on within my family, I have very little faith in people lately. I just want to hit something but I know better than to scar my knuckles with that one again. So today, my day began horribly with what I consider a shitty message from someone.
By the time Chris, my boyfriend, got to my apartment to drop something off I was already having a hard time disguising that I'd been crying. He seemed concerned, and gave me a hug before taking off for class. It helped. I actually haven't known Chris very long, but I really like him. I don't think I've known anyone since high school who would come over just to spend half an hour with me because I was having a bad day and just needed a hug, but that's exactly what he did Monday. If only everything else weren't so frustrating right now.
My senior psych paper is due tomorrow. It's the culmination of my program. If I do well, I'm set. Next week is finals, which will be less stressful than this week has been, honestly. When this is all over, I need to get out of town for a day or two. I feel like fleeing. There have been mentions of Chicago. If not that, maybe Marisa or someone will want to go somewhere. If not, I'll hop a bus and be gone by myself. I need out of my head, out of my element for a bit. I don't know how or why I let myself get pushed this far, but I've got to get away and come back ready to cut losses and just stick to what's good in my life.
So yes. This is the same "I've got to get back to being me" post from last year. I live in cycles, I guess. | | |
| Well Vegas was interesting. I don't have any stories that are so crazy they need to stay there, but I'm definitely too lazy to type them out. Ask me some time, I'm sure I can amuse you. I do believe my favorite moments included:
Two men throwing a drink on another and running out of the casino.
Going to Fremont St. with Lance and his girlfriend, and out to grab pizza and drinks with Lance after.
This really adorable tiny kitten we saw hiding on the strip. He had wild cat markings.
All the random things creepers say. Seriously, who in their right mind thinks saying "I could stick a straw in those tits and drink 'em all night" is going to end with the girl stopping and talking to you??
The very gay man in the mall who, upon seeing my bruise (Thanks Lance...) announces "She must like it rough, she's my girlfriend for the night!"
It was mostly a good trip, and I'd like to go back. There are still some things in the city that after two trips I have not had the opportunity to do. Wonder when I'll get a chance to again...
Unfortunately I got sick, and the pressure in the airplane made a simple problem very far from simple. Luckily all my meds are starting to help, but yet again I'll be missing St. Patty's day. Maybe by the time I'm three years legal I'll get a chance to have a good night of drinking to the Irish. | | |
| "Didn't I tell you?"
Yes. But you told me a lot. And not all of it was true.
And I feel naive.
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