College Adventures

Just a hell of a way to start.

I was woken up by my mother at 3:30 in the am. Which was expected, but for whatever reason there is a lack of empathy, or even understanding. I tried going to bed early. I honestly did. But I was awaken by calls from Ari about some uneducated person's actions at a dinner...

Side-note: The night before I had gone out with some old friends (and some new ones). We were all gathered the Habatchi grill and watching the man do his magic tricks. "Rose" came and sat down. She didn't talk much and was rather introverted. She pretty much was rude and inconsiderate by not saying anything. Sort of bratty. Either way I made a new friend and was glad to see that my old friends still tell me I haven't changed. I love to hear that- I really don't want my personality to change.

I really don't mind receiving information of that matter. I love to listen to stuff like that. I'll be the first one to say DISH DISH DISH. Then some guy I've known for a really long time from California insisted that I move to California.

I only managed about two hours of sleep. So enough said. So I got up. I unpacked. I was left without groceries...Again. LAME. whatever.

I finally settled down.
I have no idea who is in town. So I pretty much just started texting everyone I could possibly know.
I was surprised the amount of people that answered and were interested in hanging out with me...but weren't in town.
Blah.

In the end I ended up hanging out with "Geoff" He is a guy I met up in the library one day and we just hit it off. Friendwise of course, he explicitly told me that he has the ability not to get attached and if he were able to manage to feel one way about a girl in Europe, he could here...but if he were to ever show OBVIOUS interest I would not deny his advances. He is a very good looking and smart individual. I appreciate the fact that he tells me this.
I like it when a guy tells me he isn't looking for a relationship. It just makes it easier for me to NOT PURSUE. All I need is the underlying condition of NOT INTERESTED, whether it's because they do not have the same feelings or because they really don't want to be weighed down, I feel nothing anymore. It's the same effect of finding out a guys is gay. I lose interest and pretty quickly.
Geoff invited a few people over and I rather enjoyed their company. I was pretty oblivious to Geoff and couldn't really tell if he was flirting with me or not. I just took it as not to be precautious. I did find interest in one of his roommates. Geoff kept emphasizing that they were cousins (now, whether this is true or not, I have NO idea). "Diego" was cute. Smart. Ambitious. He had a nice butt. I don't know if he was flirty but managed to carry a conversation with me, I noticed him me look at me, but never really knew if it was coincidental or not...and he could possibly be gay (which really wouldn't surprise me, I do like them gay.) I inquired about him and still am waiting for a response...at this point it's just to make another contact. Even if he has no interest for me or is gay. Either way, he did give me some information and I did learn somthing that day, I learned that there are actual tornaments that involve rock, paper, scissors.

I would die happy being in one of those things. haha.

The group played a drinking game that was called Maow...I am unsure of what the acutal spelling is, and unaware of playing the game other than laughing hysterically at the people who get incredibly pissed off. We also played "fuck the dealer" quite interesting to see what these games held.
Later we watched some tv and then departed. It was a good night. I'm glad things worked out the way they did.

That day I decided to not eat beef and pork. At least for the semester. I'll see how it works. It was just a random whim and I plan on carrying one with it.



Today was just a cluster fuck of misadventures.

I woke up today and I don't remember what I did for a good part of two hours as I woke up.
I managed to meander my way through the office in charge of school ID's. I managed to lose mine towards the end of last year. That's always fun.
It seems that everyone else had the same idea.
I was pretty fucked over in the looks department. I just threw on a shirt and some jeans and hardly managed my hair, once I step out into the humidity, all hell breaks loose.
I didn't realize I had to take my picture to get it replaced.

God, did I look like utter shit. Oh well.

From there I hopped on a bus and went straight to go buy my bike. I think my bike is pretty beast. It's a 26'' schwinn tourist for guys. I didn't give a fuck, I knew that was the bike I wanted when I saw it. It is fucking amazing and makes me happy as hell. So I got the bike and the bike lock, and on my way out i needed to adjust the seat so I grabbed a swiss army knife because I needed a screwdriver to fix it. I also figured its multipurpose nature would give me something to open the fucking packaging from the bike lock.
Little did I know that the damn knife itself is packaged with impossibly impeneratrable plastic.
I was sitting outside the store and some old lady sits next to me to have a smoke. As i was fretting around with the packaging, I finally asked her to borrow her lighter and burned the plastic open.
Gotta love kickass OMG I GOT IT moments like that.
So get it open, then I start to undo the packaging from the bike lock, carelessly, and then I cut myself.
I shanked myself.
So I sat there. Bleeding. Applying pressure to the wound. Then some two other women come by (at that time, the other older woman was creeped out by the way her lighter was used and got up and left) and were concerned. They tell me to go and get a band aid from the guest services.
I look at them and tell them, "I would but I don't want to leave my stuff here"
With sympathy, they tell me that they will watch my stuff for me. I trusted the old ladies. So I go into the store and pretty much cut everyone. I look at the guy behind me and tell him, "listen, I don't want to cut you, I just want a band aid." He glanced at my hand which was virtually soaked in blood and nodded. I managed to get the bandaid, washed the cut and went outside and gathered my things.

I then stopped by Publix and bought a few groceries. Pretty dumb on my part for buying so many groceries. I had trouble riding home with the massive amount I bought and opted to just grab the bus back to campus. I couldn't find my ID and was left to pay out the 1.50. I reorganized my groceries so that it wouldnt be so massive and somewhere along the way I had lost my salad dressing...Even then it was quite difficult to ride it. AT that point I just walked my bike to the Journalism building and locked it up to retreive it later.

I went with salto do some errands. then just hung around and biked around.


I met up with Lewis. He's a pretty cool guy, just completely clueless when it comes to anywhere about getting laid. I'm surprised I can talk to him without a problem. I usually have so much difficulty... I guess it's because I see him everywhere. If I didn't see him i'm pretty sure I wouldn't even try.... Whatever.




I've been offered to jobs. Both are online based. I'm not too sure how it will work out, and I'm still applying for other jobs, but I hope I manange to get something flexable. I really would like to be able to swim. But I live RIGHT THERE from the gym, so i'm sure it wouldn't be that hard.

Oh well. Let's hope for the best, right?

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