A roundhouse kick to the face left me without bruises, blood, broken bones, or missing teeth. Instead, I gained an understanding of the word pain and the fear of the possibility it could ever happen again. The same can be said for a different situation involving trust, silly emotions and other mythical things that don't exist. But we won't go there yet.
This semester has been such a bumpy road and we're half way through the first full week of classes. I began as a full-time student and now stand before you as a part-time student. Why is this? The answer can be summarized in five words: Metropolitan State College of Denver. That place is a joke. Seriously? I was getting lectured about nutrition and sports performance by Reese Witherspoon's character in Legally Blonde. The nutrition professor spelled DIETITIAN wrong! It was in that moment I knew she was incapable of giving me an education. So I dropped it like it's hot and it's too late to get another class. The result: I'm taking 9 credit hours this semester. I'm a waste of space.
Not to mention my "saturday night" last night may have pushed me over the edge. I have been combating illness and keeping my immune system strong. All that partying last night wore me down and guess who has a temperature? Lacking sleep, charisma and health makes me somewhat emotional. This is as close as we're getting to my real problems...
Music class is extremely intriguing! The very first day 4 girls (all woulds) were flirting with me and kinda fighting over my attention. At the time I was focusing elsewhere however suddenly I'm tempted to review their proposals... Anyway I ended up scoring all 4 of their numbers and one kiss on the cheek. It's so hard not to be a slut in college. Must. Practice. Self. Control.
This is the most fun I have had all day! Thank you reader for taking the time to listen to me rant in your voice.
Newport Living
An agenda arises. Loneliness is something I've attempted to escape in the past by different means of hedonism. The result was nothing more than a few one night stands and emotions stirring in all the wrong places. Why would one continuously allude to such heartache - on purpose? The answer is simple: I have been looking for something I'm not ready to find.
Walking across campus at any given moment on any given day without even looking up 90% of the time and my little eye spots at least a dozen "woulds". The thought of settling with one person at my age seems ridiculous to me, yet I still seek someone to capture my attention and not release it. My heart desires something to communicate with, something to lay intertwined in and be unmasked. At last! Unmasked.
Lie to me baby spread your disease
Be everything I want but nothing I need
Trap me in lust and feed me your kiss
By the next morning it's me you won't miss
I'm tired of letting people in to be disappointments. Self control is my ultimatum and something I continually ignore practicing. Believe you me I shall once again reign as master of my self. Hopefully soon. I shall report my progress periodically.
Walking across campus at any given moment on any given day without even looking up 90% of the time and my little eye spots at least a dozen "woulds". The thought of settling with one person at my age seems ridiculous to me, yet I still seek someone to capture my attention and not release it. My heart desires something to communicate with, something to lay intertwined in and be unmasked. At last! Unmasked.
Lie to me baby spread your disease
Be everything I want but nothing I need
Trap me in lust and feed me your kiss
By the next morning it's me you won't miss
I'm tired of letting people in to be disappointments. Self control is my ultimatum and something I continually ignore practicing. Believe you me I shall once again reign as master of my self. Hopefully soon. I shall report my progress periodically.
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