Instead of complaining about not being able to find a good guy to be my boyfriend, I'm going to ponder all the reasons why I just suck at relationships in general.
1. I hate too much attention
2. I generally prefer a girls night out to a boyfriend night in
3. I think when people say "thank you" over and over its really annoying, so I probably don't say it enough, and come off being really unappreciative.
4. School comes first
5. Outwest Steakhouse consumes a large chunk of my time. Ribeyes over boys. Not by choice.
6. I always think good guys are too good to be true and try my best to find flaws in them
7. I have a problem when a guy spends a lootttt of money on me. It makes me feel uncomfortable!
This is why I have decided:
a. I should not even try to indulge myself in a relationship at this time, and...
b. even if I do, it should be a long distance one. Thats right, I said those two words that aren't ever positively referred to when talking about a relationship. I do well with long distance. Less commitment, because lets face it, how serious can you get living far away?! And whenever I do see them, its always special and time spent well.
There. I like ranting to myself sometimes.
fuck!
Monday, June 16, 2008
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Sunday, June 1, 2008
Home
The concept of a "home" has been on my mind lately. I grew up in a big yellow house in Kernersville, North Carolina. That home got sold recently because of my parent's divorce, they both decided to move into a smaller home.
I moved out of the house two years ago to start college...
but I still had a place to go every weekend if I wanted to.
Now, I don't.
Neither one of my parents have a space set up for me in their new houses.
Its me and my apartment.
Its the only place I have to sleep and where I spend most of my time... yet I still don't consider it "home".
I think when you move out of your family's house the concept of home is lost for a very long time. You can move anywhere in the world and be as comfortable as can be...
But until you begin a family of your own and spend ample time in one spot....
there is no "home".
I guess what I'm trying to say is...
I really want a place to call home right now.
I moved out of the house two years ago to start college...
but I still had a place to go every weekend if I wanted to.
Now, I don't.
Neither one of my parents have a space set up for me in their new houses.
Its me and my apartment.
Its the only place I have to sleep and where I spend most of my time... yet I still don't consider it "home".
I think when you move out of your family's house the concept of home is lost for a very long time. You can move anywhere in the world and be as comfortable as can be...
But until you begin a family of your own and spend ample time in one spot....
there is no "home".
I guess what I'm trying to say is...
I really want a place to call home right now.
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