Sleezebags

I gave up on the whole blog affair when I realised I don't actually do anything exciting enough anymore. But then I realised, when did being boring keep people off the internet? It's not like my life was every THAT exciting to begin with... I was just awkward, and that certainly hasn't changed. Just this morning I ran up behind a girl who looked EXACTLY like a friend of mine and yelled hey sleezebag (to comment on the very old looking sweatpants she was wearing) to find it was some poor tiny freshman who now likely thinks I'm cruel and deranged. So why not share these pointless facts and stories on the internet? I give you this as fair warning, I am officially back to blogging my nonsense for your utter dismay or enjoyment. Cheers.


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This is me, staying put

I find myself again getting restless, getting tired of the routine of my 9-5 job and tired of the horrid April snow storms that move in every Monday like clockwork from the west. Maybe I'm not used to settling down, or maybe the weight of adulthood has finally caught up with me and crashed down upon my head. I find solace in the songs that express what I cannot and which play on loop through my head while I swim slow laps in the pool every morning.

The best part of my day is right before I go to sleep, after my shower, when i'm cuddled up in bed reading whichever book I've picked off the shelf. I have an ever-growing stack next to my bed of books I am working through, each specific to a mood or a feeling which will ease me into sleep.

The more restless I become, the more desperately I throw myself into the world of my books, textbooks, poetry, literature, more poetry, anything and everything to distract me from pending responsibilities.

This will be the longest I have lived in one place since high school and perhaps that's what is so scary. Perhaps it's going back to school which has me so on edge. Maybe I just need it to be warm and sunny and colorful outside again.

A True Hero of Mine

More Lists

Remember when this blog had tons of lists and they were really really fun? No? Well, you must at least remember when there were tons of lists... Lets have more of that.


Here is a list of my favorite books:

The Virgin Suicides
Here Be Monsters
A Sand County Almanac: With Other Essays on Conservation from Round River
Hills like White Elephants
Fun Home
Alice in Wonderland
The Great Gatsby
The Sea Around Us

Suggestions?

This is me, being ok.

I am convinced everything great has already been done. I will never do great things or be great and that's ok. Ill be ok. Ok is not so bad, after all. When did it become so important to be better then that?


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Hide your crazy and now act like a lady

Anyone who has known me for more then 10 minutes knows that I have the worst luck with men, partially because I whine about it constantly and partially because it is just painfully true. From my first attempted relationship with a boy who could have competed in asshole olympics to my most recent run in with batshit insane, it has been bleek. I can't let men take all the credit, my ability to turn any date into a circus of awkward situations has certainly played a role along with my aggressive sense of humor.

But here I am, dating, and for once actually dating well (I think). I definitely have not become less awkward, or aggressive, or uncoordinated but I have found a guy who somehow finds these things endearing AND happens to be wonderful.

My strategy?

1. Go on a lot of dates, and don't attempt to hide the crazy. It's better to scare a guy off right away with your love for glitter and dancing badly in public then to fall for a guy and then scare him off later.

2. Just because he likes you does not mean he is worth dating. I think it's true women fall for assholes, but I also think we get over it. You only have to date one or two (and we all have) to realize it's not worth it.

3. Get a dog. On more then one occasion I have found myself lying on my roommates floor yelling that I would rather stay home and play with my dog then go on a scheduled date. And I did, if you are less excited to see a guy then to put on sweatpants and play tug-of-war while drinking wine the guy is probably not worth it and you are probably a ninety year old woman inside, embrace it.

I am not giving advice here, you would have to be insane to take advice from someone with my track-record, this is me proudly proclaiming to the internet that I may be starting to figure something out. But don't be disappointed, I am sure there will be many an awkward dating story to share in the future.