I’m back home for the summer and have already started working at my Taekwondo school.

Basically, I’m too tired to move from my constant working out or working, so all I have to say is:

I really miss college right now.

Is it august yet?

College is your friend getting really drunk and deciding it’s a good idea to pee in a bush outside a sorority dorm. Then proceeds to yell “OH MY GOD, IT’S THE SWINE FLU! I CAN HEAR IT! IT’S RIGHT NEXT TO ME!”

I’m pretty sure she was talking about a bug.

She then steps out of the bushes and says, “Great, Now I have AIDS.”

I had to pick leaves off her the entire walk to the bar.

And so it begins, Finals Week 09.

Now I admit, I’m not the typical college student. I should be popping adderol and pulling all nighters at the library (like my roommate) but I’m not. No, instead I actually had all my stuff due last week, so now all I have to look forward to (or dread) this coming week is one final paper (7-10 pages) and an exam in my pass/fail class. And whats more, I could walk into that exam, sign my name, turn the paper in, and still pass the class. So needless to say, I’m not too worried. And the paper isn’t due till wednesday.

So basically, I’m bored. My boy has two hard exams Monday and Tuesday, and all my friends have exams too. So no one is around to play with me! and I don’t want to go out drinking alone, that just doesn’t seem fun.

Thus, I’ve had to find other ways to entertain myself which have included going through my nicknacks and throwing stuff out that I don’t need and what not. Packed a few things up, threw some clothes in a suitcase.

Actually, the most entertaining thing I did was go through and throw out all my expired condoms. I only have them because of sexual health week on campus. My roommate helped, and then we read the directions which my one roommate was surprised some people need those.

Oh. They do. Another story for another time.

But otherwise, I actually had to take a break in the middle of writing this post because my roommates and I decided to make a cold stone run for ice cream cup cakes, but I then decided to go next door and get some chips and guac. Perfect.

We picked up two more of our lovely Dirty South and came back to the room to watch The Girl Next Door. Good shit.

Unfortunately, with all the good, we had to tell one of our roommates that her boyfriend has been cheating on her. She seemed okay when we told her…but then she made a phone call…and all were heard were those sad sounds of bawling and tears and screaming. And we assumed the worst. We rushed in, but she bolted out of the room and into the stairwell and we couldn’t catch her. We don’t know where she is now, I hope she is okay….

It sucks that it has to be now that she finds out, but its better she know now than go into the summer with a cheating boyfriend.

Hopefully Finals week will be okay for everyone…

Maybe I’m just a little bitter. Or maybe, my instincts are accurate. Personally, I hope I’m just bitter.

Last night I put on my very favorite red dress that I always feel so good in because it’s just one of those dresses that looks good, no matter what. I wore it last night because I hoped that I would see new boy out, especially since I hadn’t seen him or really spoken more than a few texts here and there with him. I did my hair all nice, put on nice makeup, and went out for another night which can only be described as a flop of an evening.

Not only did I never see or hear from new boy last night, which I find frustrating in itself, I was subjected to the bitter tears and angry words from three different friends who all, of course, were not having a good time. I don’t remember when I was put in charge of them having a good time, would have been nice to know ahead of time.

Well, on top of that, I actually spent the entire evening talking to the wrong boy. Instead of new boy, who I am actually interested in and enjoy the company of, I got to hang out with the sob of a bitch that enjoys stringing me along for months at a time.

Two years this ass hole has been around, then not around, around, then not around. And I did eventually become fed up with it and move on. He of course, has not done the same. No, instead he sees me at the bar and makes an immediate b-line for me. He knows I’m seeing someone new (or not seeing, as it turns out) and still manages to throw all his game at me.

Arm around me, flirty touching, etc. etc. Even tried to buy me shots and walk me home. I wasn’t having it. I also wasn’t drunk. Cold medicine plus booze has proved a bad move, and I wans’t about to make that mistake. But I had about a beer and a half, and everyone else had most definitely had more. Always puts a fun spin on things.

Well eventually old jack ass boy got the hint and went home, not before trying to take me with him, but I had other things to deal with, such as the two crying girls that I had to take home. One crying because this guy that she kinda likes we basically ignoring her, and the other, well, she was just crying. Never figured that one out.

But we get home, and I find my roommate in the room, upset for the third night in a row. I’m sick of hearing her whining at night while she is drunk, especially when I get to hear it all over again the next morning because she didn’t remember that she had told me the night before.

I’m very much looking forward to my single room next year.

I still haven’t heard from New Boy, despite having sent him a text asking him how his night went. He was on a pub crawl with other friends, maybe he’s just really hung over, and I’m just bitter.

Or maybe the way I feel is actually right on the dot? Either way, there are two weeks left of my sophomore year, and while all i have left is two projects, a final paper, and a pass/fail exam to take, it still seems like it will be two very long weeks.

College is going into a one person bathroom with two others girls you just met in line that you said hi to, and now you’re best friends.

This past weekend my assertion that you meet guys when you are not looking for them was once again proven correct.

Apparently it’s the night I don’t shower before I go out. Third time my mindset is “ah, I’m just gonna hang out with friends, not trying to pick up anyone, I wont bother showering” and the third time I meet a guy that is not only attractive and wants me.

Well, not just wants, me can’t stop wanting me. The problem? I’m still with new boy! I like him lots, and I mean, we never talked about being exclusive, but I feel like it would be in bad taste to start dating a guy on the side when I spent the night at new boy’s place on the occasional weekend.

But here’s what happened:

I was at NB’s frat for a party and a bunch of their mutual friends showed up. NB had to go work the bar in his frat so we all went uptown to the bar. We’re hanging out, dancing, etc.

I was dancing with one of NB’s best friends, nothing there, trust me. Just friendly.

Then this guy comes up and offers to dance with me. NB’s friend wanders off and I start dancing with this new guy. He is a Marine, obvious, huge muscles, short hair, great smile. Yeah, he was hot. hot. hot.

Well he gets my number, but I feel so guilty! I mean, we were talking in front of all NB’s friends! They didn’t seem to think anything of it though.

Well Marine, who is in my phone as North Carolina and will be hence forth called that, keeps texting me. A lot. He offered to talk me home, but I walked out with friends.

Then I met up and went home with NB for some cuddling and Bible study. Excellent cuddling, he’s such a good spooner. heh.

But then North Carolina kept texting me all the next day, added me on facebook, etc. And just a few minutes ago called me. I chose to ignore because I didn’t really want to make up some excuse.

I made a conscious decision to stick with New Boy. He’s smart, cute, funny. North Carolina might be damn hot, but he strikes me as the kind of guy that is gonna be a bit clingy and posessive.

But why the hell do all these boys pop up out of no where when I’m not even looking??

Is it true, the less you try, the more desirable you are? Should I just stop working hard a looking good before I go out?

All I know is, it’s hard to choose, but it makes me feel good about New Boy and me that my decision was so easy. Hopefully he would do the same for me.

College is providing a bed for your friend that pulled an all-nighter to sleep on while you and your friends get ready to go out drinking.

So you know how sometimes people create code names for certain activities that they want to talk about in front of people but don’t want the other people to know they are talking about what they are actually talking about?

Well if you followed that then you’ll hopefully find great humor in my new code for fooling around.

I use the term fooling around loosely because like the term “hooking up,” everyone has their own opinions about what it actually means. For some people it’s just making out, for others it’s full on bump-it, thump-it. Oh yea, I said it.

Well seeing as how neither I, nor New Boy, are all that religious, it almost seemed perfect that we would call fooling around “Bible Study.” For the record, there has been no bump-it, thump-it. I’m sick of people asking, NO.

But for all the other fun activites involved, the new term is “Bible Study.”

Now along with this new termonology came some pretty good extra things. And yes, most of these are quotes. Other are just me once again, just taking things a little too far.

Try not to be too offended. But I’m pretty sure you can figure out what they each imply, just keep in mind the general theme.
“I think I just found Jesus!”

“Was that the second coming of Christ?”

“I don’t find individual bible review quite as…enlightening.”

“There are still a few passages I don’t quite understand.” (that one is actually not as dirty as it sounds out of context)

and keeping with the theme, wouldn’t a Nun, who spends most of her time in bible study, be considered a nympho?

Fuck, I am SO going to hell. But at least it’ll be a run ride! haha

College is when you stay out till 4:30am playing Mario Kart Wii, making midnight Walmart runs, and watching creepy movies the night before an exam, then waking up an hour before your exam to study, running there….and acing it.

I fucking love college.

I did a ton of homework today so around 9 I just kinda…stopped. My coffee high wore off and I couldn’t buckle down at all.

So what do I do when I’m too tired to go out and party, but not tired enough to actually go to bed? And not motivated enough to get ahead on homework?

I organize. Oh yeah, we’re talking the entire closet, the drawers, the desk, under the bed….everything.

This would usually be cool, except for the fact that there are only 3 weeks left in school. So yeah, great, I’m organized, but it’s not like it even needs to last. On the bright side, since I don’t have that much time to make a mess…. It might last. Hah!