It really upsets me when someone I’m potentially interested in, either romantically or as a friend, turns out to be socially awkward and/or shy. You had such amazing ideas in class! You’re so cute! I want you to be in my life! But you put up these extra barriers to make all these harder to happen.
This is why, for the sake of others, some people need to get over themselves and realize how cool and smooth they could be.
1030am work on philosophy paper outline for later office hours
1130am power sprint home to get cell phone and shoes for mock trial and catch bus back
12pm another philosophy discussion on plato’s protagoras
1pm grab 10 min lunch w/ new phil friend from plato class! he got a job offer from the FBI!
130pm philosophy class, plato on desire, good discussion, but now am super confused, socrates doesn’t allow for weakness of will, which I strongly disagree with intuitively, yet I cannot object against his arguments
3pm run to office hours for more descartes, cannot find his office, also, cannot switch mode from plato back to descartes
330 pm frantically call designer boot camp person for ride to interview student fashion designers
4pm arrive at designer boot camp, interview student designers about where they get their fashion inspiration. One calls my questions “very weird”, well I privately think she’s “very bitchy”
6pm call drunk van to get back to campus, run to get sushi, run to mock trial, run into more people to make plans for cook in tomorrow!
6pm FIVE HOURS OF MOCK TRIAL SCRIMMAGING! ARGH!
1040pm barely miss shuttle home, wait another 20mins for another one, catch up with old friend (who used to pursue me, but now tells me about his plans to surprise his gf for valentines day, fml, lol)
11pm get home, invite more people for cook in, talk with upstairs roommate, chat,
12am watch new episode of ugly betty
1am get ready for bed
120am decide to blog about day instead of sleep
141am am exhausted, too much mental and physical exertion today, will slp, no srsly
This song reminds me of my first college crush. We sat on his blue plaid comforter listening to it quietly. The whole affair was so sweet and innocuous. And ended on such amicable terms that I remember it with nothing but fondness. I wish all love stories ended this way.