So it may not be the end of the world… that’d be bad.
But the end of the school year is almost here.
That’s right folks. I’m about to have freshman year of college under my belt.
Scary thought. Growing up so fast… I remember applying to schools. Now I’m living at one.
Spending all of my free time in a library doing essays (incorrectly apparently) and doing research for projects that won’t really matter at the end of the week.
All in all, this year has been pretty good. I did the college deal. Went to parties, sat in my dorm, ate what I wanted, ran out of money, pulled all nighters, read the NY Times, pretended to read the NY Times, held intellectual conversations over coffee, pretended to hold intellectual conversations about coffee, discovered blogging, despised blogging, started blogging (on three? different mediums), watched facebook change, spent too much time on facebook, abandoned myspace, hit on guys, get hit on by guys, get hit on by girls, met new people, forgot those people’s names, ate dinner at 1 am, ate breakfast at 3 pm, bought new shoes (for $12), went to Seattle (10x?), avoided school work, paid for avoiding school work, befriended frat boys, let friends join sororities (lol), watched the nation choose a black president, helped choose that black president, heard some good music, forgot to continue making mine, gave up the collegiate hoop dreams, picked up post-collegiate dreams, altered my mindset, helped friends through trying times, tried to avoid those myself, fell in like with a boy, let that boy go, developed a new work ethic, resented that work ethic, lounged in the sun (finally), slept under those warm rays, let a friendship lay where it may, let myself relax, found out that sleeping is overrated but napping is not, watched too many movies, didn’t watch enough tv, almost got snowed in (Seattle), wanted to stay home after winter break, had a relaxing spring break, came back and worked my ass off, continued to work my ass off, and slacked off to write a blog entry.
Present day: I am wiser. I still have much to learn.
I’ve narrowed my types of crushes down:
OOR crush (out of reach).
Across the room crush.
In-Like crush. <— the big one. the one I fall in like with. (it’s the step right before in-love).
I haven’t had all of these crushes; I’m not THAT boy crazy. But they’re all out there.
And I’ve decided nerds are the best. SO underrated.
I’m breathing in the smell of coffee grounds, and oh, how sweet it is.
Sleepy-Girl In Like