ARGHHHHHH

I thought maybe I would eventually post this link to my facebook, but I don't want to anymore. Which means this will always be floating in the internet world and no one will see it, SOOOO I'll just rant about my boyfriend. DO NOT EVER DATE CONAN FUCKING SMEETH. he will not text you, he will not ask you to hang out, he will not touch you on your hips when you kiss, he will only HIT YOU ON THE HEAD WITH AN EMPTY 2 LITER BOTTLE OF DR. PEPPER. he doesn't care that you're sitting alone in your underwear in your dorm room watching garden state on a friday night. hell no. does he care that the snuggling in the movie made you cry because you wish you had that? hell no. he'll just play strip foosball with his fucking hallmates. sure, he has his good moments. but the bad outweighs the good. why am I still with him? I have no idea. I have every reason to break up with him. I have done everything right, and I can't say the same for him. the worst thing is, I told him what he needed to do to shape up. granted, I only told him about texting me and initiating the hang outs, but still he should realize what else he's doing wrong. today is our 6-week anniversary and the last time I saw him today was at 1:45. wouldn't he wanna hang out with his girlfriend on a friday night? and I know the answer might be no if we hung out all the time. BUT WE DON'T. we barely see each other and we barely text. this is hardly a relationship.

but when I'm with him I'm not mean to him like I should be. it's like when I 'm walking to his room (because god forbid he make the trip to MY dorm) I'm thinking that I should give him shit, but then I walk in and he smiles and I smile and it's like YELL AT HIM. but I don't. it's like I have a FUCK CONAN mindset and then a OMG I LOVE CONAN mindset. if I had a bunch of friends and some guys on my tail, I'd so dump him. I'd be willing to hang out with him, but soooo not as a girlfiend. but to be honest, he's one of the only people I hang out with at college. I haven't quite found my niche yet, and believe me that's a whole different story. but I need a friend in him and I don't know if he'd be willing to give me that if I broke up with him. so I'm staying with him. how messed up is that?

what I would like from him is to walk through my door this instant and apologize and say that he needs me. will that happen? NO. CHANCE. IN. HELL.

oh and hey, conan if you're reading this. you just texted me. I gave you a little tude in the response. and I don't care one bit!

remember, remember the 5th of november

let's blow up parliament today!! and play the 1812 overture as much as possible!!

homecoming week!

Since I've been in college, I've come to two conclusions:

1. Things never happen as you expect them to.
 This is not necessarily bad. For example, if you plan on hanging with two of your friends, and the friend who you're closer with can't go anymore and you're left to hang out with the other friend who you're slightly less close with. This could turn into a good situation because you get a chance to get to know this person better. Everyone's happy!

and 2. Things always get better.
I'm not sure if I phrased this to the best of my abilities, but I'll give an example of what I mean. (IT'S 11:11 MAKE A WISH!..........done) (another disruption: someone just tagged literally HORRIBLE pictures of me and my boyfriend on facebook, disaster avoided) ok. back to the example. Like I find myself sitting in my dorm room a lot feeling lonely and then I get a text inviting me to something. It always gets better! Now this isn't always what happens, me sitting around waiting for people to text me. I am often the inviter. But nevertheless, I love when this happens :)

mi boii

I like Conan. A lot. Everyone should have their own personal Conan. They should have someone to text them in the morning telling them they're beautiful, even though they're just rolling out of bed and look anything BUT beautiful. Oh, wait "their own personal Conan" will snuggle with them, hold their hand, and kiss them? .................Nah, they can't have him.



:)

is it really that bad?

I've been noticing recently about people's behaviors. Maybe it's cause I'm in a sociology class, but whatever. For some reason, people avoid eye contact and touch as if it's a life and death situation. Whenever I'm walking somewhere, people just forge ahead with their eyes facing front. There always needs to be a buffer seat in between you and a stranger in a movie theater. Heaven forbid you brush against someone in the hallway. Why do we do this? Think about it.

Current song: Winter Song by Sara Bareilles and Ingrid Michaelson