Turning Tables

I definitely went to bed last night and forgot to blog first. Shame on me!

I had an AWESOME night.

The previous comment is not sarcasm. I really had a fantastic night. Bob told me on Wednesday night that he would text me after lifting weights. He not only didn't text me after that, he didn't talk to me at all yesterday. Again. So, fueled by my anger, I got all pretty and went out with my whole suite last night. It was weird because we went to the same place and same event where I got Bob's phone number and everything began. Half of my was looking around hopefully the whole time hoping that maybe he came out again and I would see him and get to dance with him this time. However, he was not present at this party. So I went out on the dance floor and started dancing with Shaniqua and our suitemate Alyssa. It felt so good to just let go and dance.

I danced with one guy for a while, but it was weird because he just kind of came up behind me and started dancing, then after a song on two he moved on. I didn't care and just kept dancing. Then I spotted a really cute guy I've met before. He's SO good looking. I pointed him out to Alyssa and told her I've met him before and how I thought he was really cute. Then he started walking towards me with his friend. My heart started beating a little faster as he slid behind me. I looked at Alyssa anxiously. He said something to his friend, then looked at me and said, "Hey, do you want to dance?" SCORE! We started dancing for quite some time, then went for a water break and talked a little. I had met him with Sweta in cornerstone, we established. He introduced me to some of his friends, showed some guy on ecstasy (JUST SAY NO! seriously, that guy looked scary), and we went back and danced again. I was so glad I wore my converse this time. My thighs didn't catch fire like the last time. At around midnight it was time to go. And he asked for my number first.

Sigh. I'm in such a good mood. It doesn't even matter that after the club, Shaniqua, Alyssa and I went to a delicious pizza place to eat and we didn't get back until one in the morning. It doesn't even matter that I had to take a shower (because I was, once again, completely drenched in sweat) and I didn't go to bed until almost two. It doesn't even matter that I got up at 7:20 this morning and now I'm sitting in calculus. It doesn't even matter that I'm going home once again just for tonight (granted it is homecoming and I kind of can't miss that). I'm in a really, really good mood.

Bob can suck it.

Still Sick...and Other Random Babble

I hate this so. So. So much. My head is stuffy and my nose is running and I just feel bad. I don't feel this bad all day, but I got back from the gym about forty minutes ago (yay for working out finally!) and since then I've just felt worse. And my medicine has yet to kick it.

I had lunch with Bob today as usual. It was the first time I've seen him since Sunday when everything...well, it didn't exactly change, but since we hit the wall of this rut hard. It felt a bit off at first, being with him, but the more we kept talking the more normal it felt. We also went exploring. Apparently there's a wildlife preserve in the middle of campus that I never knew about. We didn't actually go in because I would have been late for class. But its there, and we'll probably go together at some point in the future. Which would be super cute.

Going to the gym, despite my sickness, felt great. I haven't worked out like that in a while.

And GET THIS. I've gained 1.5 pounds in the month I've been here. I'm in school for ten months. If I keep at the exact rate I've been going, I will gain exactly FIFTEEN POUNDS.

That's not happening. I REFUSE to gain the freshman fifteen. So my suitemate and I were discussing going to the gym regularly, because she also felt really good after class today. I'm going to shape up my body and look good for when it gets really warm again.

I'm seriously going to go through a complete metamorphosis. When I get my braces off, I'm going to cut my hair (ITS SO LONG), pierce my nose, and have a rockin' body...oh yeah. Then Bob will know what he's missing out on. ;)

Okay, I'm off to rinse off in the shower and sleep. Sleep seems like a good idea. Maybe I can sleep off this stupid cold.

Sick.

I caught something from someone.

Wait...that can be taken the completely wrong way. Its just a cold or something. But seriously, I just don't feel well at all. Headache, sneezing, stuffy nose, sore throat...miserable. I'm just waiting for a fever to spike.

Ahh, the joys of dorm life.

My whole suite has had a cold in the past two weeks now. I hate it. Oh well, I'll get over it in a few days hopefully.

Bob and I are still in that rut. He didn't talk to me at all today. It kills me when he does that. It kills me even more that I RAN INTO HIM AGAIN.

If this keeps happening, you guys are going to start thinking that I'm making it up. But I swear, I write the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I was on my way to my biology lab with Megan (my friend down the hall) and we were just walking down Chancellor's walk (its this mile long straight walkway connecting one side of campus to the other. Very convenient, usually crowded, center of campus, that kind of thing) on one side, and I was glancing at the people passing on the other side as usual and he was just there. Walking along, not a care in the world. Not thinking about me or anything. We made eye contact and waved at each other and after the moment passed I realized how horribly awkward it was. We just...waved. He smirked a little bit (and looked a little too cute, I might add), but other than that, we just walked past each other. Granted, Chancellor's is a bit wide. And I was running a bit late. But I thought he would at least text me after that; however, every time I checked my phone, all I got was the time.

I just don't understand boys.

Patience is a Virtue?

This. Is. So. Hard.

Seriously, its getting harder and harder and HARDER to be with Bob. He's so great. But today was the second day in a row that he reminded me that he's not ready to date again and he's not over his ex.

It hurts all over again just typing that out.

I told him today that we need to slow down. I refuse to do anything with someone I'm not serious with. And he knows and respects that. (Another amazing thing about him. He respects me.)

I just need something to make him realize that I'm not going to wait forever. I'm available for any other guy out there. That's what I need is another guy. I need someone else to ask me out so Bob knows that he could lose me. Alex (my best friend in the whole world...in case I haven't mentioned her by name yet) says that could backfire. She's definitely right. But I just don't know what to do. One date with one other guy couldn't hurt, right?

One date. Thats all I need.

But what I really NEED is to study for this next round of tests coming up this week. Calculus and freshman seminar on Wednesday, theatre on Friday. If I keep making average grades, I'm going to die of mediocrity.

On another note, my dad told me exactly how my love life is going today. It was scary...my dad and I don't talk about things like that. Don't get me wrong, I love my dad. He spent $90 on me today on a bike and a lock, and last week he spent $70 on me for groceries. And he doesn't have money to just throw around like that. I can talk to my dad about anything else in the world, but NOT boys. But he asked me why I need a boyfriend, and I said that I don't, I just like this guy. He said he is my boyfriend, and I said no he's not. Then my dad said, It doesn't matter if you call each other girlfriend and boyfriend, you guys are close and you kiss and he's your boyfriend.

I almost DIED.

He was exactly right. Why can't Bob see that?

Average

I've never been average in school. I'm average at other things. Sports, playing the guitar...but not school. I'm an A student.

So why is it that I made another freaking C on another freaking test?

74.2.

I don't understand. I studied for three days straight. I was non-stop studying. I deserved a better grade than that. I don't know what happened.

College tests suck.

They made me average.

Tests

My oceanography test was this morning. Ohhh man. It was still hard. I have really mixed feelings about it. I don't feel like I did as bad as my bio test. If I made an A I'll probably cry. But I feel a B. Which I will definitely accept. Not a B-, a B. I find out tomorrow at noon. I'm scared.

I also went to dinner and a play with Bob. He's becoming another test in my life. A test of my patience.

Twice now he's made sideways comments about being his girlfriend. When he kids around about talking to other girls he says they're his "other girlfriends." Does that make me the first girlfriend? Maybe I'm just over reaching. But I always over think things like that. I just like him.

Life is full of tests.

Praise the Lord

I finally finished my study guide for oceanography! You have no clue how excited I am!

I was going so strong all day. I didn't nap, I studied for the vast majority of my time (any free time I had, I was making that dang study guide), and I was feeling GREAT. Until five o' clock. Then I crashed.

And I've been crashed ever since. But I'm still awake! Somehow.

I'm not sure how coherent this post will end up because I'm only half human right now. The other half is zombie. So excuse my...I can't even think of a word to describe myself in this moment.

I'm taking a short break, then actually studying the guide for a little bit. Then I'm taking a shower and hitting the hay. Then maybe I'll get in bed and sleep.

SLEEP. I NEED SLEEP.

Coffee coffee coffee

I'm. So. Hyper.

This is really hard for me. Usually when I'm this hyper I can't control myself. But I have to because I'm in class and it would look weird if I was giggling and slapping myself on the legs like I usually do.

Coffee is amazing. I got three hours of sleep last night and I'm wide awake! I'm going to need another cup later though because I have a horrible feeling I'm going to crash later. HARD.

I made a Facebook status about drinking coffee and feeling crazy but good. Cute Boy liked it. He totally loves me!! Ahh, just kidding I'm not that crazy.

Well I am right now I guess.

I pretty much wasted time making this post. I just need to be concentrating my energy on something right now, and typing keeps me focused. But this post has no point. Hope you enjoyed my completely erratic rant anyway!

Busy Busy Bee

I have been so busy all day today. I didn't have time to blog until now...at three-thirty in the morning.

I had oceanography this morning, then I came back (and got soaked in the rain) and took a glorious two hour nap, studied for my biology lab quiz, went to my biology lab, aced my quiz (I think), dissected and worm and a clam, went to eat with the girl down the hall and Cute Boy again, didn't run into Bob at Wag, came back to my dorm, tried to study for oceanography by myself, failed miserably, tried to study oceanography with my friend Luke and my suitemate Kenzie, failed miserably, actually accomplished a lot of studying after Luke left with Kenzie, studied until about 2:30, took a shower, talked to my mom on the phone, and here I am! Goodness. That was a mouthful...well...handful.

I did SO much today, but what I didn't do was talk to Bob. At all.

He asked me to hang out on Sunday as soon as I told him I was back on campus. We had lunch yesterday, and last night he kept complimenting me. Then he doesn't text me at all today.

Whatever, I'll talk to him soon. Probably. Maybe. Anyway, what I'm really worried about this oceanography test. There is SO much material that I'm supposed to know. But after Kenzie helped me study, I feel so motivated and ready to get 'er done. I have another ridiculously full day ahead of me. Kenzie and I are getting up early enough to roll out of bed and go get coffee from the library before classes (which are at the same time in buildings adjacent to each other). I'll probably be up all night again tomorrow night studying. And I don't get to nap tomorrow. I'm not sure what I'm going to do...

Sigh. College.

Defeated

This is the first time since I've been here that I've felt the need to cry.

I just took my first real exam. Not for Freshman Seminar. Biology. The test itself made me want to cry, so don't even get me started on the grade I received on it...

72.46.

Thank GOD colleges follow the ten-point grading scale. But thats still a C. I only get four grades in that class, which are all the exams. I really, really wanted to try for A's. But to make an A in that class now, I'd have to make a 96 or better on all the other exams, and that seems impossible.

Of course, its not impossible. But I called my mom as soon as I left the library and almost cried to her about it (although, somehow, I refrained. I was in public, after all...embarassing much?). She consoled me by saying that she and my daddy are proud of me anyway because I'm doing so well adjusting. She said that she knew I was doing the best I can, and thats way more important than making A's. She told me not to set myself up for failure by getting upset when I don't make A's, because the first semester of college is about figuring out what you're good at and what you need to work on, like taking notes or studying.

She's completely right. Remember that, guys. Its important to set realistic goals for yourself. College tests aren't just memorizing vocabulary words, scientists, dates and information. They're about applying what you learned in class to real life and understanding concepts. Its so much different.

So for now, I'm okay. But starting tonight and for the rest of the week, my suitemate Kenzie and I are going to be studying like no other for Oceanography. I'm going to kill this test. I'm determined. But for now, I'm listening to the CDs Bob lent me and relaxing. Hands Down by Dashboard Confessional is an amazing song. Its old, but its awesome.

Man. I thought I was going to get through this post without mentioning him...

That's What Best Friends Are For

My best friend is the most amazing best friend any person could ever have. I just had a long talk with her about my (stupid) insecurities with (I think you can guess who so I'm not even going to put his name even though its way shorter than this statement) and she made me feel so many million times better.

I'm worrying about things that don't need to be worried about. I'm psyching myself out. And she helped me realize that. That took a lot of stress off my shoulders too.

College tip of the day: KEEP YOUR BEST FRIEND. Don't get stupid when you go to college and start thinking you're better than all the people back home. Alex is a senior this year, but she's been through a lot more than me, and she's great and listening and giving advice. She knows me better than I know myself. That's what a best friend is. Someone who is always there for you, even if you're an hour and a half apart and haven't seen each other in three weeks. Best friendship isn't detered by distance.

Also, I actually studied for biology! I'm pretty proud of myself. I spent at least an hour reviewing my notes and stuff. I still have to review the online assignments and make sure I understand that. Plus, I signed up for a study session through the school. On Sunday night, I'm going to get help with this. Thats another thing: learn how to study. I never studied in high school. Ever. So I don't know how. I'm not going to make A's without studying though. So, if you're like me, swallow your pride (if you have to...I had to) and ask for help. I'm going to a session with a tutor and she's going to help me study for my exam on Monday. Then I'm getting together with some friends to study for oceanography on Wednesday. I'm going to get prepared for these tests and I'm going to ace them.

Mark my words.

Difficulties

Its becoming increasingly more difficult to not be attached to Bob. He's so incredibly sweet and understanding. He's funny and confident and so cute. He's turning out to be kind of perfect. Except he's not. There are things about him I don't like, and that makes him even better.

But he still hasn't said anything about being exclusive. And that one isn't my call, which sucks. I don't like being at the mercy of others. I just don't know if he even knows I'm just waiting for him to say the magic words. He's told me explicitly that he hasn't been hanging out with any other girls like that. And I'm not hanging out with any other guys like that (as long as he doesn't take too long and I don't get up with Cute Boy...). Its like, we're exclusive, but we're not. He doesn't kiss me in front of other people. Not a quick goodbye kiss or anything. Which is a big sign that he's not ready to be in an actual relationship.

He's just stressing me out.

I also have a biology exam on Monday, an oceanography exam on Thursday and theatre and calculus exams the week after next. I'm going to be studying my boo-tay off tomorrow and this weekend for bio. I need to read my calc book and study my oceanography notes. This is about to be a long two weeks.

Its going to be kind of hard to study this weekend, though. I'm going home (again!) and I feel like I'm not going to do anything while I'm there. I don't necessarily want to go home, but I'm really excited at the same time because my sister and I are performing in some show on Saturday. I'm going to miss Bob. I'm going to miss my room here and this campus. Its only going to be a few days, but I just know I'm going to be sad not being here.

Sigh.

Insomnia, Stress and Great Coincidences

Every night I face the same problem. I lay down and I'm so tired, but I just can't sleep. I don't feel sleepy. Just tired.

So I'm going to try to blog it out of me. Today we finally went back to bio lab for the first time in two weeks and the second time ever. A girl on my floor in my dorm is in the lab with me (we figured this out last night) and we realized that we had been working together (sort of) the last time we had the lab. Even though my real parter was the cute boy. So we studied together before the lab today and sat together during. Most of the seats were full by the time we got there. And so the cute boy had no where near us to sit. I was sad. Like I said, I'm trying not to be too attached to Bob since he's still kind of a flaky prospect.

Anyway, the girl and I, plus another guy sitting next to us, worked together for a few minutes. Then Cute Boy came over and said, "I think I work better with you guys. Think we can get the gang back together?" and smiled adorably and so of course I said, "Come on over!" We all worked together for the next two-ish hours. The girl and I had already decided we would go eat dinner after lab, and we invited Cute Boy to come with. So the three of us went to the main cafeteria on campus, Wag, since we thought it would be the only place open after eight. My new friends are very nice, and we were having great conversations on the way up. We walked in the cafeteria, get our cards swiped, and walked towards the food. Then all of a sudden I looked up and who is thirty feet away from me walking to drop his dishes off in the dish pit?

BOB.

Seriously, its a sign. I'm actually hanging out with the other cute boy I'd had on my mind (not alone...but still) and he's there. No matter how much I try to keep myself distant and my options open, no matter how many times wonder how we're going to work out when we still haven't taken any next steps yet, no matter how much I question how often he thinks about his ex and if he's talking to her when he takes too long to text me back...he always shows up. He's always there when I think he's not, or when I'm not thinking about him at all. And even though we just waved at each other (no, he didn't come say hi to me or stop to chat or anything...jerk), he still had text me back before I had finished getting food on my plate even though he'd been taking forever to accomplish this simple task before.

So these are the questions I will ponder as I try to fight my insomnia: Can these really be weird coincidences or is it just meant to be with Bob and I have to be patient? Should I still try to get Cute Boy's number or should I just let the other girl have him? Will Bob quit taking five years to text me back and make me sure that something will happen so all these questions can just be answered already?

And on top of all this, my classes are approaching first exam times.

Life is complicated.

All Work and No Play?

University First: I took my first test today.

It was just for freshman seminar. So I figured it would be easy enough to just read the chapters and go take the test and get a one hundred on.

My piece of advice: I don't care what college class you're taking, YOU NEED TO STUDY. If I had studied the chapters we tested on and not just read them, I would have easily knocked that test out in twenty minutes and gotten a very high A. But now I'm praying for a B. On my first test. And I HATE B's.

Seriously, anyone who knows me will tell you, I'm a grade grubber. I don't settle for average grades. School has always been one of the things I'm really good at. I slacked off way more than I should have my junior and senior years in high school. If I hadn't, I would have been in the top five of my graduating class, not just number ten. I hate myself just a little bit for that.

Anyway, the test thing is my own fault. I just skimmed through the chapters and sort of read them. I didn't try enough. As I was sitting there staring at my paper and wondering what in the world the four characteristics of critical reading are, I decided that its time to buckle down. I'm in college now. No more procrastinating. No more doing things half way. No more putting things off to hang out with people or to take a nap or anything else. That worked in high school. But that does NOT fly here. I'm doing this right. I'm getting straight A's.

Even if it kills me.

You Wanna Be a Loser Like Me

I have done nothing this weekend.

I did some homework, which I feel pretty accomplished about that. I hung out with Bob for a little while Friday, but not that long. Other than that, I've been laying around my dorm room, watching TV and drowning in my boredom.

Seriously, when did I become such a shut in?

Things are going well with Bob. Apparently he had blown off his friend the last three nights in a row to hang out with me. That's why he didn't stay too long when he came over earlier.

I'm just a little confused. He doesn't seem to have any attachments to his ex girlfriend when he's with me. But I know its there. It's hard. I'm really developing feelings for this boy. And thinking about that hurts a little.

Its not just hard for me though, its hard for all of us. I really shouldn't be putting myself in this situation. I shouldn't be putting them in this situation either. All our lives would be easier if I had never met him. But man...

But I'm going to have to get over it. He explained everything to me, and we're working it out...I'm pretty sure.

Other than him coming over earlier, I have no plans for tonight. The only friends I'm hanging out with now are the Friends friends...pathetic. But I don't mind. I'll just actually be getting sleep tonight! In college, you learn to really value the nights you get sleep. I can go out any other time I want. Sleep is my friend. Sleep is good...

Patience, Young Grasshopper

Tonight was eventful.

I was with Bob again. Every day I get to know him more and more, and every day I see more that I like. He's really respectful. That's one thing that I really like. Another is that he plays with my hair and it makes me want to sleep forever.

Anyway. We discussed things. And I really want to spill every detail on here, but there's always the chance that he'll see this and read and he has the right to get really upset if I'm telling anyone who cares all his business (I'm assuming not many people care all that much, but still...more than he'd appreciate). So long story short (a phrase I hate), I have to be patient. He likes hanging out with me, but he needs time. And I understand that. I'm understanding. And he seems worth it. Plus, if at any point I find him not worth it, I can just walk away. He said that. We still don't know each other all that well (though I'm starting to get a good sense of who he is, and he's starting to know who I am), so it would be easy at this point to change my mind.

But I have a good feeling about this. I do.

On another note, I really need to learn to sleep at night and not rely on naps. I have early classes every day (eight on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday and nine-thirty on Tuesday and Thursday), so I have to wake up early every morning. And I can't focus in my classes. That's a decision you will have to make in college. Hang out with the cute boy for twenty more minutes or go to sleep and make it to class tomorrow? ...like there's any competition. Which is why I can't focus in class. Ever.

Sigh.

Cloud 9

That is where I am currently floating.

I had a date with Bob today. And let's just say I got some Hershey's.

Before I get into that, my cousin Madison wanted me to mention that I saw a hideous penis today. Before you go thinking I am a dirty girl, we were watching the film adaptation of a play in theatre class today. So I saw it against my will. And it was ugly. And I'm assuming they all look like that.

Moving on. Bob and I had a date night. It was the cutest thing ever. We watched a movie outside his dorm, then he shot me with a nerf gun, and we found a place to lay down his blanket and look at the stars and talk. Hence my current state on Cloud 9.

Sigh. I want to get to know this boy. I'm still guarding my heart though. I still don't know him and I don't want to get too attached and end up being disappointed or getting my heart broken. For now this is still casual. But he seems to really, really like me.

I'm also afraid of being a rebound. He's still close to his ex. I'm really nervous that he's going to end up realizing that he never liked me, I was just someone to help him get over her. Which is another reason why I'm guarding my heart. Better safe than sorry.

College tip for the day (this has nothing to do with the rest of the blog): Always make time to do your homework first. Don't wait until the last minute and then realize you have no idea what you're supposed to do. I might be stuck in a situation like that tomorrow...

The Truth

For any of you that might have thought I was stupid for hanging on this long, I wish to prove you wrong with this post.

Bob wanted to explain to me in person why he's been so shady the past few days. I met up with him and, long story short, his ex was visiting him because they're still friends and he didn't want to hurt her feelings by texting other girls right in front of her. I have a feeling that he's not quite over it, but he seems like he's trying to be. It might take some time, but he also seems to really like talking to me, and I like talking to him. He also taught me how to longboard. I know I looked like an idiot, but he held my waist and pushed me along while I rode, so it was pretty cute.

So now I, and you, know the truth. That he was thinking about me, but he was looking out for someone he cares about. All in all, I think that's pretty sweet.

This time around I'm going to try to feel less attached with every single conversation we have. I do that a lot. I think that just because you text someone a lot, something is most definitely going to come out of it. That's not how it is in the real world. Maybe in high school. But like I've said (though I've not followed), dating in college is much more casual. You can go out with someone or talk to them and not make a lifetime commitment. I've known that since before I even graduated high school (I read it in Seventeen magazine. And Seventeen never lies). I need to learn to guard my heart.

We all need to learn to guard our hearts.

Whoa.

Have you ever felt like your heart literally fell into the pits of your stomach? Literally, a huge weight falling straight from your chest and ending in nausea because you were that surprised?

Bob actually text me.

A Sign from God?

I RAN INTO BOB AGAIN.

I don't understand. I was leaving Sweta's dorm and he was skating up coming home. We talked for a minute, and he said he was going to text me tonight. I asked what kept him and he said he just hadn't made it home yet. That either means that he was thinking about me today, or he felt obliged to say he was going to talk to me because he realized he can't avoid me since we've run into each other twice in a row. When I was leaving, he said he would text me tomorrow. I guess I'll just have to see about that one.

So what is this? A sign not to give up or a really huge coincidence? Because honestly, in the time we were talking regularly, we never just happen to run into each other. Not once. And now since he's stopped talking to me, we've run into each other like that twice. As soon as I decide its best to get over it and that the situation isn't worth my time, he comes back. I refuse to believe anything is a coincidence. That's how I've always been. When things like that happen, it means something. Its the universe saying, Just wait a second, Olivia. Don't give up just yet.

Right?

I so called it

So I was walking to Sweta's dorm. Bob also lives in Sweta's dorm. I was thinking the whole time that it was be just my luck to somehow run into Bob and there be a super awkward conversation and somehow him hanging out with his ex would be brought up and he would say it meant nothing and he was trying to find a way to talk to me, or that he would see me and pretend I wasn't there and I wouldn't even care because he really meant less to me than I did to him...

What can I say? It's a long walk from my dorm to hers.

And sure enough, I'm approaching. I see two guys walk out. One with Bob's body shape...and he called my name, surprised...and it was him. My heart sank, mostly because I couldn't believe it actually happened. I called it. I SO called it.

The convo wasn't that weird. He asked where I've been, and I wanted to say, where have YOU been?! But I contained myself and spoke civilly. When he left, he didn't say anything about seeing me later or texting me. So I'm taking that as it's done.

I've been obsessing over the situation, but it's only because he just all of a sudden abruptly cut me off. I needed to see him and know that he doesn't want to talk to me anymore like that. Now I can stop obsessing.

Thank goodness. I was getting sick of thinking about it.

Loser

I'm sitting in my dorm room by myself. My roommate is gone, my suitemates are gone. I'm not even doing homework or anything, I already finished that. I'm just sitting here, painfully hungry and bored.

I just tried to go to the Hawk's Nest, which is a place to eat on campus that's like a food court in a mall. Its the only place I can go get something to eat to-go, and I most certainly don't want to go to one of the cafeterias and sit by myself and eat. Awkward and embarassing. Unfortunately, I walked all the way there and the doors were locked, despite the fact that the hours of operation stated that it would be open untill 11 PM tonight.

On my way back to my dorm, some guy from down the sidewalk started trying to "holla" at me. He asked me how I was, and I responded by saying awesome and asking how he was without stopping, hoping he would take that as an indication that I didn't want to stop and chat. He didn't take the hint and began asking me to come over to him. With the song No Scrubs by TLC in my head, I called back, "Sorry, but I can smell your desparation from here, and its kind of a turn off."

...okay, so I'm not actually that clever. I only just thought of that when I got back to my dorm. I wish I would have said that though. Instead, I said I had to go and didn't turn around to anymore of his callings. Creep.

You know I have nothing to do and no where to be when I blog about something like that...my life in this moment is pathetic. Still, I'd rather be bored here than bored back in my hometown.

Dropped like a hot potato

I'm done with Bob. Done.

He hasn't text me in three days. I just went to his Facebook and his ex girlfriend tagged him in a post that said they were hanging out and she put a less than three thing at the end. With two threes.

I could be optimistic and think that he's just hanging out and it doesn't mean anything to him. Or I could quit fooling myself and accept the fact that it's over before anything started between us.

One of three things is going to happen. He's either going to get back with his ex and never talk to me again. He's going to talk to both of us (which I will, of course, refuse to put up with), or he will move on from her and text me. I'm seeing the first option being the most likely to happen, no matter what my friend Brandon says about it (he said he would hate it if he was talking to a girl and she dropped him because she saw he was hanging out with his ex but it wasn't like that anymore...whatever).

That's such bull. I guess it's better that this happened now though than later on when I actually liked him.

Boys

I am eating Easy Mac. Thank goodness being broke doesn't always mean eating stuff that's gross. Plus its shaped like Spongebob characters, which is obviously the best kind. I will swear until the day that I die that it tastes better than regular Easy Mac.

My new boy (for convenience purposes, I will now refer to him as Bob. That's an easy name.) Bob has not text me today, nor did he text me yesterday. I'm starting to get upset about it. But then I think, why am I upset? I haven't text him either, and he's not my boyfriend. I guess I'm just one of those girls. You know, the ones that fall for guys and get their heart broken way too easily? I'm working on that. But guarding my heart takes a lot more effort than you'd think.

Also, I worked things out with the guy from home. I feel no need to name him because we are just friends and he more than likely won't be mentioned in here anymore.

And one more thing, I've got my eye on another cutie. He's in my bio lab. He sat next to me on Tuesday, and he is very attractive. Plus I saw him today between my classes and he smiled and my heart melted just a little bit.

Another University first: I just filled out my first maintenance request! One of our dryers in my dorm has ceased to operate. Wow. I wish I would have thought of the phrase "cease to operate" when I was filling out the form and not just now...

Well, I'm about to head off to class, then going home for the weekend. I need to stop going home so much. Maybe my family will actually get the chance to miss me.