I am bipolar. But not in that horrible-I'm-going-to-kill-you-but-let-me-go-first-cry-now-I'm-happy-let's-have-sex kind of mode.
In fact, it's kind of an odd sweep of bipolarness too. I am deciding what to do with my life, for the future. I was all set in becoming a journalist since I was 12 but another occupation has been on my mind for a bit, but the thought has been blurry. It was being a music teacher. Yup. I said it.
Marching band, well the music department at my school district has really changed my life.
So I am not sure what to do as far as a major goes. I didn't mind being a music major but the musicianship classes were a bitch... To be fairly honest. In addition, my major ensemble would be orchestra. And because I am a cellist, I would be forced to play in Moravian's orchestra. I like Lehigh's orchestra a whole lot better, despite only knowing like 10% of the people.
But anyways, I should be sleeping. Tomorrow, I plan on going to Georgetown Cupcake with my friends. Also, completing our economics homework. We were supposed to have our quiz this past Friday, but our professor left the exam on the table Thursday night. Little did we know, we thought it was a study guide so we picked the exam up and left without knowing it was the actual test. Whatever. I am using it to study. I don't know why he would leave the exam on the table in the first place... Oh well. Beats me.
I hope you guys like the new layout. It's way different from what I am used to as far as blogging layouts are concerned.
Oh shit! Sorry, but some of the papers on my wall just randomly fell. I am such a scardy cat!! (Just like my own cat, Freckles.)
This is kind of weird to bring up, but I don't understand why so many guys are admitting that they like me. That's cool and all I guess. But really? Don't you have better time doing something productive with your time? This one person keeps on bugging me about it. Another (who has not admitting anything) but just randomly keeps on talking to me. I don't know what piqued his out of blue talking to me, but I don't understand. He randomly says, "We should hang out!" Honestly, I'm sort of a loser when it comes to hanging out. I'm even surprised that my friends love to hang out with me. No seriously. I am not acting down on myself or anything, I am just giving out the truth. I'm with someone, as you should know (lol). And we're cool.
I'm sort of surprised on how long we've been together. Because we are the first boyfriend/girlfriend to each other, it sort of amazes me how close we've stayed together, despite the differences, pissed off relatives, height difference, arguments, etc. I look back and think, "Wow. What the hell has happened to me?" Because after having a boyfriend, I have changed. A lot. I guess I am more of a caring individual and I get jealous about stupid things. I never really wanted a relationship. My great-aunt, who's 102 (I believe. She's so friggen fierce.) told me to not have a boyfriend until I'm done with college or something. I could kind of agree. My dad (whom I never speak to, so whatever he says doesn't really matter to me that much lol) told me that I can't date until I'm 16. Well, I didn't plan it, it just happened, but I was a month and eight days early. No biggie.
But sometimes, I just wish guys were more straightforward to me. I am straightforward but one is giving me bribes. I kind of think he's full of BS so I don't listen to him. Especially when he has a report card of being with a whole lot of girls and "fooling" around with others. Not my cup of tea.
After this, I am washing my face and calling B-Hat again. Thanks to all the effing cigarette smokers in Washington, I am starting to feel a sore throat coming. I think stress is also a factor in the equation. Or due to the excess of Thai Iced tea. It is not my fault for the excess. I was in the mood for it one day, so I walked in the blazing out sun with my book-bag (which has my heavy laptop) and got to the place. Nowhere in the brochure says there is a ten dollar minimum purchase with a credit card. So, I got three Thai Iced teas. Where you sign your signature on the receipt, I wrote "EFF YOU" instead of my name. I know it was really mean of what I did, but if you got to see this lady's attitude, it was ridiculously rude and it was evident that she didn't love her job. You have to treat your customers with respect, lady. But whatever. I'm done with Thai Tea. (I am NEARLY done with the second container and going to start my third when I wake up.)
Damn you cigarette smokers, mean cashier lady at the Chinese restaurant, rude Asian lady in the Montgomery mall who was ordering Bubble Tea, mean lady that works at American Apparel, lying receptionist man that works at Target Optical in Stroudsburg, nice but crazy lady who keeps on telling secretive information to the whole world, stupid transportation system in DC that raised the fare prices, snotty journalism students who think that they are the best at everything, cursing Economics professor that doesn't care about his students, and nasty ass men who want booty calls.
"Life's a bitch." - My econ professor.
He's SOMEWHAT right. Other times, just spend time with friends and family (and animals) and it gets all better. Which I need! 17 more days!
