Friday, May 2, 2008
I hate the phone, but I wish you'd call.
I don't even know what to say in this post. I'm bored. I'm tired. I should read something or study something or go run errands or something, but I can't dredge up the necessary motivation. I feel stuck. I'm still waiting, and I'm getting sick of it.
Today my little sister asked my mom when I was going to get married. Possibly never, I'm thinking to myself considering that requires having a relationship first. I swear, I feel like I'm so behind, I'm so inexperienced that if I ever do meet someone I really, really like I'll just screw it all up because I have no idea what I'm doing. People have to be very persistent if they want to get to know me, you know. I am not a very open person, and I don't really go out of my way to get what I want when it involves other people. Academics? Yeah, I do whatever it takes to get that A. Guys I like? Nope, I just wait for them to make the first move. And the second. And the third. I just...meh. I don't know what I want.
Ok, I take that back. "I want Ken Rilings to come in here and say, 'Pam Shorts' broken both her legs, and I wanna dance with you."
That's what I want. Where's my Ken Rilings? Where the heck is my ballroom dance king? (preferably not a scumbag drunk, but at this point even that I could possibly put up with)
P.S. Go watch "Strictly Ballroom" if that quote didn't make any sense :P