I'm skipping class today because I went out for coffee and sandwiches with my roomies. The nice weather is making it even harder to focus on any sort of school things, but at least I have a nice base tan going.
The WASP was tanning shirtless on the campus lawn yesterday [without sunblock so he's probably ridiculously burned, silly boy] and I was glad that my aviators are super reflective because I was molesting him with my eyes for well over an hour [also, this is lame, but the lyrics to this song makes me think about him]. The BrigaFreshman is the same as ever, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. The Blond facebook chatted me the other day, but he's probably just making sure I don't forget about the raincheck I promised him last weekend.
Good news! JB and I will be living together in a dual-family house owned by her aunt and uncle who no longer live there. The upper level is currently occupied by her older brother and one of his friends. It's in a great area, rent will be super affordable, and the only stipulation is that we both find jobs before we move in. We'll be subletting in the apartment where we currently live until August so there's plenty of time[?] to find something in the right area.
Here are a few things that I've been mulling over lately. Any insight is greatly appreciated
-Why do people only like dancing and listening to music they already know while at parties? Nothing against Mr Flo Rida, but "Low" is an old ass song and I'd be perfectly find not listening to it ever again. However, when I try to put on something dirty I just found or a new DJ mix people leave the dance area.
-My girls have said time and time again that they wish they had my ability to go after guys. I tell them that it's easy -all you have to do is smile, touch a guy's arm and look up at him through your eyelashes and he's yours- but they either stay an awkward distance away from guys they like or maintain unhealthy relationships because they're afraid of being single. What is it with smart beautiful women not feeling confident in their ability to get a guy's interest? Is it fear of rejection or something else?
-Would it be cute or super trashy for me to get this as a tattoo? Either way I'm probably going to do it.
-Vote for Charlie Kelly yall.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
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Fear of rejection --- It might just be a holdover from my years as a fat girl, but its definitely a major factor --- which I realize is beyond lame, but so ingrained that by the time I realize that's my motivation in not approaching a guy, it's usually too late :-(
about the music thing.. people are comfortable with what they know.. I've found this applies in all aspects of life. Sometimes it's pretty silly other times it helps people survive.
about guys... I'm never afraid to approach. However, I think most women have a huge fear of rejection... I know I did at one point in time. Good chance I'm wrong though... girls are so strange to me.
tattoos are never trashy if you're proud!
People don't want to dance to songs they've never heard because they're afraid of being caught off guard by a changing beat. They fear they'll look like an ass in front of lots of people. Personally, I've always found that the difference between being a good dancer and looking like an ass in front of a lot of people is directly related to whether or not I'm more drunk than everyone else.
Concerning the tat: go for it. But only if it's huge, in the small of your back, and filled with The Situation's face. For real, though, a little one on the hip would look good.
C'mon ! You can go more "artsy" for a tattoo than that !
shayna: you just need to think "what's the worst that can happen? he might say 'no', but it's not like he's the last guy on earth!"
ang: people in general do a lot of silly things :)
another david: but it's not hard to find the beat in dance music! also hip tats are the new tramp stamp. such poor planning; that area does tend to be affected by pregnancy and general getting olderness ;)
heff: but i dont want an artsy tattoo!!
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