HOLY CRAP I NEED TO GET LAID.
Just kidding, I don’t really need it. Though I’m a little agitated since it’s been like, months since I last did ANYTHING with a guy (the last time was truth or dare on my birthday with one of my best friends, and all we did was freakin’ kiss), and my stupid freakin’ hormones are killing me. And I’m not the type of person who’s gonna go out and find the next guy to screw, HECK NO. Maybe that’s the problem — I’m too picky to be cool. Maybe if I slept with half the town like some people I’ve heard of/known, then I’d be cool too. I wouldn’t do that if someone pointed a gun to my head, but observing my age group in the town, sleeping around seems to be the trend these days…
Really, while I don’t find the concept of sex a big deal, is it necessary for ladies to go out and screw every guy? I mean, isn’t that overdoing it a little bit? I would understand if they were fooling around with one guy, or even two. But everyone? Really… ick. I don’t even have one guy, and while it’s frustrating, I don’t run out and look for one of the guys that wanted to screw me… maybe that’s it. Maybe the reason why we’ll screw practically every guy is because they’ll ask, or want to. And then once word gets around that we’re “easy” more guys come to us, and we keep saying yes. Of course, that just blows up in our face in the end. I’m just glad I don’t do that. (the only thing I don’t like about being picky when it comes to a boyfriend, forget about a special friend, is that none of the guys meet my standards. Damnit I’ve been single for what… idk, 3 years now? I’ve turned down every guy that’s asked me out. I’m tired of it)
So I’m typing this blog post. My eyes hurt and they feel ridiculously dry, you know, that dry feeling you feel when your eyes want to close and stay closed? Well yea, I’m tired, but I want to finish typing this. Anyway, life here so far is… heavy freakin’ sigh. Kasedy’s gotten her self into more trouble… almost unsurprisingly. This time, depending on what we find out, it may actually be really serious, and I still stand by my belief that the girl needs to stop hanging around people older than her, that she still has a youth to live and all. I met this chick, a 12 year old named Georgia, and IT’S THE EXACT SAME THING! She’s getting involved in shit with people MY AGE. Come on, kids! (because that’s what you are, so stfu) Why are you trying so hard to thrust yourselves into this adult life, which really sucks?
Anyways, I see Andy every now and then while I walk around… when I’m not talking my stinkin’ class. From what I gather, he’s doing good too, and is thinking the same thing I am as in, this drama is seriously freakin’ old. He’s probably as sick of it as I am, if not more so. See, unlike him, I’ve got no social life.
Bhoff’s coming back… I think. That’d be really cool if he did move back to Sidney. I’d be able to kick his ass in soccer again. Well, that’s if Cameo approves of him being my friend. For some reason or another, she seems to hate me, or something. I really don’t know.
Steve’s being Steve… I’m assuming. He’s still in Texas, most likely enjoying the 100+ degree weather. Last time I chatted with him and nearly sapped all of the minutes from my phone, he was doing good and wanting to come back from X-mas. Maybe the four of us, me, Steve, Andy and Brian, could get together again for another group photo to show the world how much we’ve grown, LOL.
As for me, besides dealing with the typical hormonal cravings that I’m having so much fun ignoring, classes are good. I haven’t failed yet, and tomorrow we’re going to slice up an eyeball in lab. We were dissecting cats last week and they smelled HORRIFICALLY BAD. I hope the eye aren’t that bad. That would fuck up my week more than anything. Kasedy’s going to shadow me on Tuesday (she wants to, but I think she’s gonna die of boredom… I barely survive it myself), and sooner or later, I’m gonna drag Kimmie to one of my classes too. Lovely sister-sister bonding and whatnot, plus I’ll be giving her a taste of what a typical college classroom will look like. I go out too much and I’m always exhausted, and none of my friends can sense when I’m in this state, and since I’m such a stupid but nice girl, I silently suffer until they leave and then pass out late at night when I’m sure they won’t come back…
But I can’t keep blabbing. It’s almost 11pm, I’m exhausted, and I have to get up early for class tomorrow. Till next time, readers (do I even have any readers? If you read this blog, leave a comment, saying “I read this blog [insert approximation of how often].” You don’t even need to say your name if you want to. I just want to know if there are actually people that might find my boring life interesting)
Um … I read this blog every time you update it. But then, you knew that.
As a side note, sometimes I have found that it’s better to be alone if your only alternative is to be around people who sap the life out of you.
But maybe that’s just me.
Werd its is I, the Chin God.
with that out of the way, Hi Gina, its been a damn long time since we have spoken. Call me, Text me, Email me, DO SOMETHING so we can chat. Sounds like things arent going great.
I read your blog everytime you post a new one. It is fun to hear my close friends stories. Makes me feel special even though i am no wheres near you. Well yea. hit me up sometime babe!!
Aaron