Finally it is all over, I have made it through and I am still alive. And yet I am more than alive, I am for once in my life living. It is a great feeling, except living does not entail what I had imagined it would. I have fallen back into my old routines which I thought I left at the beginning of the semester. Today my first day of freedom was spent wandering aimlessly around salt lake, watching TV, and eating swedish fish. This doesn't sound like freedom to me, this sounds pathetic. In my head I had all of these great ideas of thing I could do with my time. Things like going Christmas shopping, stopping by my crushes place of work, knitting hats to wrap presents in, and getting my final back from my gay teacher (literally). But no. Out of all of the things I wanted to do, I accomplished one of them, which to no real accomplishment was the latter. It was fun however to bid my gay teacher good-bye and wish him a happy holiday which he will most likely spend in his foreign land with his foreign "room-mate," but that is an entirely different story by itself. And once again I am back to me being crappy with having free time. Tomorrow, I am bound and determined, is going to be different. I am going to go, and do and be an accomplished member of this here society!
Oh and another thing, is it a bad sign when your crush calls you kidd-o?
2 comments:
Naw, it's not bad. I vote for playing hard to get. Make em chase you.
Maybe the trick is to have a good balance between chasing and being chased (chaste:) Because, really, if you never chase you might end up the size of a love-sac, alone and dead surrounded by discarded bags of potato chips...
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