Sunday, September 21, 2008

This May Sound Like a Teen-aged Ramble:

I should cross out those things on my list that I've done already...(the things I've done are in italics and the things I haven't done yet are in bold)
1) Study for nutrition test (which is tomorrow morning) DONE!
2) Go to Lone Star for the diplomats meeting tonight DONE! (It was quite delicious)
3) Start studying for international PR test (which is Wednesday)
4) Start studying for marketing test (which is Thursday)
5) Don't forget hair appointment next Tuesday at 4pm DONE! (I got it done last Wednesday)
6) Write poem for creative writing (due Thursday) DONE and done, b/c I did the one due Tuesday as well.
7) PRSSA meeting Monday
8) Get laundry done sometime over the weekend, or next week
9) Maybe get a new pair of shoes that will keep my feet relatively dry when it rains
10) Breathe!
11) Call home...maybe they have power back DONE! (They got the power back on Thursday.)

I am glad that this weekend went so well. I made it home Friday evening, was initiated into Eastern Star (longest damn meeting of my life) and watched some Supernatural. Then, on Saturday morning, I drove back to BG with my mom and sister following. They both came for the Murray State game (which we won 50-9), but my sister also came down for Focus on WKU, and wanted to talk to the people in the Journalism department, but it was Paula Quinn, and she didn't have the folders that I had put together for the event. I told Mac in a text, and he called and whatnot, and we figured out that Paula was giving people the wrong curriculum. So I have to get my sister a folder and everything with the correct curriculum and give it to her on Friday when I go home. We also decided that Paula must be on crack. Anyway...


I'm kind of frustrated with my boyfriend right now. I mean, while things appear to be going fairly well, he just angers me sometimes. Like the other night, when I looked at him, told him I loved him, and he said "No...no...quit with the 'I love yous.'" So I asked why, and it basically came down to him wanting to make May easier. Because we both know that he graduates in May, and that is probably going to be the last we see of each other, but in the meantime, we both know that we have feelings for one another. At least, I know I love him. I'm not exactly sure right now how he feels towards me, but I can assume that it's positive because he still wants me around, and he'll still hold me and kiss me. I know that after May, we probably won't talk to each other, we definitely won't see each other, and we may never do either one of those ever again. I just wish he weren't trying to distance himself emotionally like this. It will be tough, yes, but that's just something we'll have to go through....both of us. I know that he loves me...if he didn't, we wouldn't have been together for nearly two years already, and he wouldn't be trying to "make it easier" for us in May.
I just hope he misses me...even years later. It may be selfish, but I want him to finally realize that I've always been there for him, and that I love him in a way that no one else can come close to. Unfortunately, I'm quite sure that he will end up married to some trophy-wife slut in his early 30s, have kids in his mid-30s, and be divorced and lonely by the time he's 45. I just have this feeling that his life will indeed end up that way; I can tell by his personality.
I, on the other hand, may never marry, but will be planning weddings, I hope. Maybe I'll find someone that I will let myself love just as much, but I don't know it that will ever happen. I dream of getting married some day, yes, but I can't really imagine that ever coming to fruition for me. It's just one of those things that I honestly cannot picture myself doing, and I don't know why. I just take it as a sign that I just am not meant to get married, even if I want to. Okay, I'm rambling now...

I just filled this page with random, worthless babble, and I apologize to anyone who actually read any of it. I need to study some. I'll write more worthless crap later, I'm sure.

Bye.

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