Well… I’ve officially reached a new low. Sitting home alone (after my shift at work was canceled) in my underwear ((in my defense, I have no air conditioning AND I have a whole apartment to myself 24/7)) making jello and scrubbing the counters… I would feel like trailer trash (especially because there’s nothing online except Dr. Phil and Emril on Food Network) but the underwear is Urban Outfitters, so that bumps me up to maybe MILF level (minus the ILF part).
Yup, summer sure is awesome. lol. Actually, I’m really glad that I actually have the free time to do this. Between working 3 jobs, going to summer school full time, and working out all the kinks after getting my purse stolen last week (AKA walking 8 miles to the DMV in Oakland… yeah… really really shady), I generally leave my apartment at 8 AM and get back at 11 PM. So, I’m welcoming the semi-creepy time to myself.
However, my socialization has primarily become the people I work with (that are all way older than me) and reading Shopgirl [which I just finished and I'd like to say, I was totally rooting for the old guy the whole time, WHAT would Freud say?!]… Not like all you kids can call me, since you know, you guys don’t have fingers to dial my number. Psh. The only person that calls is my mom (not that I don’t appreciate the Southern chats).
Ok… I’m going to stop this rant because I know it’s going to go in a bad place since my boyfriend hasn’t called ONCE on his own since he went back to the stupid town he would screw and worship if it was a girl (psh, San Diego). But much like Mirabelle, I find myself sticking around because frankly, even if he isn’t madly in love with me like he is with his future political career, at least I have someone, right? I mean, look at me. Hmm… I guess that’s the problem. I feel like no one ever does. Sometimes, I really wish that I could just do the regular “dating” thing (give a nice guy your number, he takes you out, 3rd date rules apply if he’s cute and into you, etc), but how can I do the dating thing if guys aren’t interested in me? It’s just kind of sad to look back at this year and realize that this serious relationship started because I was aggressive and refused to leave the courtyard on my birthday until he told me how he felt about me. I just would like to die having been courted. Is that too much to ask!?
…so like I said, I’m not going to go into that rant. Too messy. I’ll save it for the bff that I don’t have. Ouch… those self-condemning comments just naturally slip themselves in!
On a lighter note, I’m really enjoying summer school (especially since it only lasts for 6 weeks, right about the time that I get bored with the class and stop going lol). My professor is really cool and she’s totally into bioarchaeology, which is a field that is lacking in most of the anthro coursework.
I got some piercings. They make me happy and elfish (Ok, I really don’t think that I’m the only one who thinks they make ears look pointy). The place I got them in gave me a bumper sticker thing that says:
My Honor Student Gets Pierced At Zebra (Berkeley, CA)
Only in Berkeley. Chuckles.
Anyway, I’m going to continue playing “naughty” homemaker. Um not really. But that stays on this blog.
Annnnnnd, if you ever find yourself nursing a whim to visit me, I’d very much enjoy it. Give me a call since I miss everyone and don’t have anyone’s number since my phone was stolen. Tear.
Happy Hump Day from the loudest wallflower in Berkeley.
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