You've been schooled
Ahhh, my break is over. I'm back in Athens taking the all exciting class of World Economic Geography. I also happened to get lost on my way to class. The building that I thought it was in, as you might have guessed, it wasn't. I ended up sending 20 extra minutes wondering around campus sweating like a whore in church until finally I found it. Plus, I have started to move into my new place across town- which is actually a little exciting. Then, on the other hand, its a little sad because I'm leaving my room mate. She is actually leaving for Thailand on Wednesday so the next two days will be our last living together. While this isn't goodbye forever (I'll be visiting her in Thailand in August) it will be for a while.On a different subject, why do I like guys who do not live where I do? I have yet again started dating(?), well I've started something (actually, I'd rather not define it because that's when things get complicated) with a guy in Louisville. The funny thing is I actually went to high school with him and according to some rumors he got interested in seeing me because of my myspace page. So this boy and I hung out quite a bit on my week off and already there was drama. To make a long story short: he hangs with the same group of friends since high school (I know them as well) but this also means he has dated a few of the chicks in that group so when one of those females started drinking- she started drama (not with me, but him). And even though I'm not the jealous type, I am the type that doesn't like being disrespected, plus, I don't live there. I honestly wonder if I don't subconsciously seek out some long distance thing because I don't what I would do if I was actually in the same town as the person I was with, I mean what does one do when they have the opportunity to see the person any day of the week if they wished? I don't know if I would even want that or could handle that. But as I said before I don't want to think too much about it, because I'm not even sure what it is.
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