So things are kind of busy with summer classes wrapping up, at least the first set, so I'm sorry for my lack of presence. Good news for you though, is that my awkwardness has reached a point where I just have to take the time to share it with you.
Have you ever been caught staring at someone? I think this has happened to everyone, in a less extreme way, at least. I was driving in my vehicle on campus yesterday when I proceeded to stop at a red light. Of course, the most incredible body I've ever seen runs past me. I mean, I cannot express to you the amazing-ness of this body. I'm not typically the kind of girl that gets this way over a hot bod, but this was seriously an exception. Also, it's two pm and blisteringly hot outside, so there was a lot of sweat happening, too. And he was running, so there were muscles flexing, and it was just unbearable. Well, I suppose the light turned green while I was admiring this work of art, and the person behind me had to honk to bring me back to reality. As I drove off, I took my time and maybe turned my head out the drivers window to get a second look. And then he saw me and acknowledged that he saw me. By waving. You know, the nonchalant, I know you're imagining me forcefully throwing you down, wave. It was then that I realized that this guy is a ME major that I have classes with. And he lives next door to a friend of mine. Awkward? Yes. Story of my life. Kind of like the time that I was admiring a man in the grocery store and ran into an aisle...
So yeah. I'm going to have to work on that. Actually, it isn't hard to work on that because of undisclosed personal reasons maybe involving my admiration of a certain someone. Which I presume is going to cause a lot more awkward moments. And creepy ones. Like me saying weird things, because everyone knows that when I get nervous I say weird things.
Um. Here a few other things that have been on my mind.
--"Don't be a statistic." People who say this, have obviously never taken statistics. It bothers me to no end when I hear this used. "Practice safe sex, so you don't get pregnant in high school. Don't become a statistic." "Don't drive drunk. Don't be a statistic." Correct me if I'm wrong, but a negative statistic (like the statistic that 1/3 of girls will get pregnant in their teens) has a positive counterpart (2/3 of girls won't!). So even if you don't do whatever the statistic is warning you against, you'll be part of the counterpart statistic. NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO, IT CAN BE RELATED TO A STATISTIC. So yeah, that really bothers me.
--I have really bad road rage. Like really bad. I yell a lot of vulgar things at people while I drive. I don't really have a funny story about it. Actually, I'm trying to stop doing it all together. It's kind of rude of me. I mean, it's definitely rude. I say incredibly rude things in the midst of my road rage induced outbursts. I need someone to question my actions more, which may explain my attraction to my current crush. BUTTTTT that's a story for another day because I really shouldn't get too excited and ahead of myself about it. Or I might puke. Literally.
--Day dreaming slash coming up with elaborate scenarios in your head. Do you do that? Because I most certainly do!! The other day while I was driving home from college, I thought of whether the guy I like would like my hometown. I have come up with the belief in my head that this guy is the kind of guy I could get a cat with. Like I have the whole scenario planned out. He has an apartment, and I can't have cats at my place. So I'm thinking that after we've been dating for a while, he say he had a surprise day planned for us and we'd go pick out a cat at the animal shelter and take him to his apartment and name it and love it. I'll openly acknowledge that this increases my creepy factor exponentially. So I need to stop that.
Oh. And, btdubbs, I'm moving to Ireland for 5-8 months. The cool part about that sentence is that I'm 100% not kidding. In January. I'm spending Spring and Summer of 2011 studying there. So I'm actually about to go have a meeting with my adviser about it, and chat about the university I chose. Which is Queen's University in Belfast, Ireland, if you were wondering. Yeah, I'm pretty excited about that.
Soooo. If you have any advice for me, let me know. About Ireland, the crush I have, anything really.
Morgan
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