04.30.09
Quarter Life Crisis – whoops, forgot to publish!
Non-sequitur: Just discovered this “poll” application for WordPresswhich looks pretty fun. I flirted with the idea of incorporating it into this post; however, I do not feel my viewership is at a place where it will be functional. End.
So I am approaching my 25th birthday and I am having a mini-freak out. My metabolism is going to slow down, I have not taken the LSAT yet and I am *gasp* still not married nor –even worse– in a relationship which means I am an OLD MAID– remember that card game? Of course, it is no fault save my own, to a certain extent, because honestly, the clingy guy who is blowing up my phone right now just… is not.. interesting. Conversely, it is NOT my fault that Atlanta is replete with idiots and players. Are any of these guys serious? Do they all have “man parties” and watch the UGA bulldogs games? I mean, has the male gender REALLY degenerated to such an extent. Obviously not, but given the majority I would argue, by a stretch, YES they have.
So, what do I want for my quarter-life-crisis Day? A man, The Sims 3, a new desktop computer and clothes for my new shape. Ugh, speaking of shape, I have not been to the gym in THREE DAYS and I feel awful. I even had a donought Friday.
In other rants, upon scanning my previous posts from –OMG– almost a whole year ago! I realized that many of them revolved around the issue of love –not being in it– and X and all sorts of other tirades that, still, revolved around love. You know, now that I am approaching my Quarter Life period it is time to have more meaningful posts. Not that I am forcing myself to produce more meaningful work, no, no, only that now that X is gone I can stop scaling the stone wall veiled by prickly vines of wild roses which did nothing but draw blood– and it hurt. Now it can heal, my wounds, that is. Wait– what wounds? Precisely!
PS- I turned 25 March 22nd!
08.04.08
“It’s easy to say..”
If only I could be this in love..
UGH. I had a fight with X. It feels so recurrent, so monotonous now that I keep talking about the same thing.. things that I already said in the last post. This is worse than beating a dead horse. He said he adored me, and I told him “that’s easy to say”. He realized that I felt unappreciated, not cared for, etc. It doesn’t matter. Nothing is going to change for me.. he’s not moving here anytime soon. Also, it appears I am late hopping on the Leona Lewis band-wagon, but I wish I could be this in love with someone.