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Yup, it sure is. I know I've been kinda scarce, lately, save for the occaisional rant/whine posts. But actually, things haven't been SO bad lately.
Guys: Where to start. Michael (they guy I let down as gently as possible a couple weeks back) has turned into a hands-down stalker boy, and it's getting a little irritating. He's scared off 3 guys this past week, alone. Definetely going to have a chat with him. As for Mark, the guy I broke it off with Michael for, we've decided that for now, we're friends. I don't want to be his rebound guy, and he doesn't want to lead me on (is anyone else noticing a pattern with the guys I've been interested in?). California (his name is also Michael, so I'm calling him Cali) has been coming around more and more often, and I think he might have something going for me, which would be cool, but I'm so not in date mode right now. There's also Phillip, who walked me home the other night. I had to fight every urge to just throw him against a wall and start making out with him. There's also a few other random guys trying to get a spot on my dance card. **No worries to any of my LJ mums - I haven't touched a one of them!** I just think it's funny that the minute I turn off date mode, it's like someone flipped a switch that turned me into some kind of homo beacon.
School: What else is there to say but "yick"? My classes suck - all of them. Well, maybe not my Film and Lit course, but the rest of them, yes. My creative writing professor has ripped my work to shreds, and kicked me down to shit level - telling me how bad my stuff is, how amateur my writing is, and how I can never be a "real writer" like him. I just laughed. I don't want to be a "real writer" if it means being like him, or writing like him. Doesn't he know anything about style? My style is my own, and I rather like how I write, thank you very much. I'm getting a fucking C in his class, and that pisses me off something awful. But again; whatever. If he's a "real writer" - no thanks, I'm throw my pens and paper away. Moving on...
Work and Home: Work has been...work. I love bartending, but I hate cocktailing now. I get to interact with the customers more behind the bar; and I get tipped hell of a lot better. I've been run kinda ragged the last few weeks, though. But I have tomorrow and Sunday off (yay!). I have to write a bunch of papers and assignments for school though (boo!). And I desperately need to clean and do laundry. I have like nothing to wear or eat off of. It's kinda gross. Ah, it's the bachelor's life for me, it is. I'm looking forward to the summer, because I'm going to get rid of a bunch of shit, do a DEEP cleaning of my place, get some new furniture, and paint. And definetely clean my carpet, because - yuck. Since I can't move, I'm going to do the next best thing: redecorate. How gay am I?
Speaking of summer, it is fast approaching. My *eep* b-day's in a couple of weeks, and graduation is only a couple of weeks after that. I just ordered my cap and gown, and I need to pick up some graduation announcements. I would love the fancy university-sponsored ones, but they're so freakin expensive. I can't believe it's coming so fast. But yet - not fast enough. I have senioritis so bad, it hurts. I'm almost done; and that's crazy to think about. I really should sit down and do my resume again and start sending it out - but I want to take some time and just do my own thing with no school or "real job" to take up my time. Seems stupid, because I've spent all this time and money on getting a degree and for the moment I don't want to use it. I just want some time for myself - my own time that I don't owe anyone else for a little while. Whatever.
So it's a beautiful day today. Went for a walk this afternoon around the neighborhood, and was reminded again why I love it. Sitting here in the park, on my wi-fi, sipping my Chocolate Cooler from Cruise-n-Brew. But it's almost time to go home and get ready for work.
Hope everyone else is well!
Guys: Where to start. Michael (they guy I let down as gently as possible a couple weeks back) has turned into a hands-down stalker boy, and it's getting a little irritating. He's scared off 3 guys this past week, alone. Definetely going to have a chat with him. As for Mark, the guy I broke it off with Michael for, we've decided that for now, we're friends. I don't want to be his rebound guy, and he doesn't want to lead me on (is anyone else noticing a pattern with the guys I've been interested in?). California (his name is also Michael, so I'm calling him Cali) has been coming around more and more often, and I think he might have something going for me, which would be cool, but I'm so not in date mode right now. There's also Phillip, who walked me home the other night. I had to fight every urge to just throw him against a wall and start making out with him. There's also a few other random guys trying to get a spot on my dance card. **No worries to any of my LJ mums - I haven't touched a one of them!** I just think it's funny that the minute I turn off date mode, it's like someone flipped a switch that turned me into some kind of homo beacon.
School: What else is there to say but "yick"? My classes suck - all of them. Well, maybe not my Film and Lit course, but the rest of them, yes. My creative writing professor has ripped my work to shreds, and kicked me down to shit level - telling me how bad my stuff is, how amateur my writing is, and how I can never be a "real writer" like him. I just laughed. I don't want to be a "real writer" if it means being like him, or writing like him. Doesn't he know anything about style? My style is my own, and I rather like how I write, thank you very much. I'm getting a fucking C in his class, and that pisses me off something awful. But again; whatever. If he's a "real writer" - no thanks, I'm throw my pens and paper away. Moving on...
Work and Home: Work has been...work. I love bartending, but I hate cocktailing now. I get to interact with the customers more behind the bar; and I get tipped hell of a lot better. I've been run kinda ragged the last few weeks, though. But I have tomorrow and Sunday off (yay!). I have to write a bunch of papers and assignments for school though (boo!). And I desperately need to clean and do laundry. I have like nothing to wear or eat off of. It's kinda gross. Ah, it's the bachelor's life for me, it is. I'm looking forward to the summer, because I'm going to get rid of a bunch of shit, do a DEEP cleaning of my place, get some new furniture, and paint. And definetely clean my carpet, because - yuck. Since I can't move, I'm going to do the next best thing: redecorate. How gay am I?
Speaking of summer, it is fast approaching. My *eep* b-day's in a couple of weeks, and graduation is only a couple of weeks after that. I just ordered my cap and gown, and I need to pick up some graduation announcements. I would love the fancy university-sponsored ones, but they're so freakin expensive. I can't believe it's coming so fast. But yet - not fast enough. I have senioritis so bad, it hurts. I'm almost done; and that's crazy to think about. I really should sit down and do my resume again and start sending it out - but I want to take some time and just do my own thing with no school or "real job" to take up my time. Seems stupid, because I've spent all this time and money on getting a degree and for the moment I don't want to use it. I just want some time for myself - my own time that I don't owe anyone else for a little while. Whatever.
So it's a beautiful day today. Went for a walk this afternoon around the neighborhood, and was reminded again why I love it. Sitting here in the park, on my wi-fi, sipping my Chocolate Cooler from Cruise-n-Brew. But it's almost time to go home and get ready for work.
Hope everyone else is well!
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Not stupid--very, very smart! Take some time to catch your breath and figure out what you want to do. It's unwise to rush into new, high-pressure craziness right after graduation. You have a job and stuff, so just make some money and relax! You've earned it.
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See, that's what I say!
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Everything will work out, I promise!
Life is...well, life!
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