Maneuvering my way through my college campus during passing period has become somewhat of a skill. I'll also have you know that it's a jungle out there. I now know trails that bypass the most hell stairs and shortcuts that allow me to sleep in a few minutes longer. Soliciting doesn't bother me too much, it's just when people are just so god damn persistent about it. The Free Study Bible people are the worse. Seriously, they're like hyenas. They travel in packs and constantly yelp at you. They like walk in front you and make sure that you can't miss them. I try to pretend like they don't exist, but pieces of fluttering paper in your face is kind of hard to ignore. Sometimes I purposely start texting people as I enter the pit where they all dwell. Also, there's like eight of them set loose at one time so it's nearly impossible to get to class without being pounced on. Those Greenpeace people and frat boys aren't too bad. Usually they're quite pleasant and don't try to suck you in. Actually, I lied- Greenpeace sucked me in a little bit. It was those pictures of polar pears on melting ice caps that got me. I rate the Free Bible People up there with our College Republicans and the gypsies that I encountered in Paris on being on the same level of annoyance. Nothing is wrong with being a Republican as I have some very best friends who are. However, the one's on my campus would yell out asking why I was voting democratic implying that I was dumb. I am a Democrat, but I will not try to convert you to be one so please don't try and convert me. If you're going to try, a suggestion would be to learn to correct spelling of "Barak" Obama.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Opening the Box
I can't say that I've ever been one to write out my thoughts or my feelings. I tried the whole journal thing thing when I was ten, but even then I didn't write what I completely wanted to say for the fear that my deepest darkest secrets would be exposed. Seriously, when people found out who you were crushing on, it was one of the most devastating things that could happen to a ten year old. Well, maybe it was just me but I thought the whole purpose of having a crush was never letting the crushee find out. Also let's be frank- I am probably one of the least emotional girls that I know. I can't find a deeper meaning in poetry and the only movie that I have ever cried in was Jen Aniston's dog flick, Marley and Me. I frowned upon high school relationships and avoided them at all cost. Even in college the idea of being in a "committed relationship" scares the shit out of me. Hell, I sometimes think that I'll never be able to get married because I fear that I'll be bored of the person within a few years. So why the hell am I spilling guts over a site that the entire world can access? It's simple: I really don't give a fuck anymore and it's on The List.
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