Not entirely sure what to write about this morning. Maybe my English class because it's fresh in my mind? Maybe my coffee, cause it's too hot to drink so I'm not sure if I put enough milk in it? Or maybe about my phone call with my best friend last night. Maybe my massive crush on my math instructor. All seem promising possibilities, but where to start? I normally have topics listed in my head before I start blogging. I'll go about my day, and if something happens and I can create a title for the topic, it goes on my mental list. So by the time I sit down to write, I know how I am going to start off, organize my topics, and the general theme of each topic. This is all new to me, the making it up as I go along, before anything significant has happened. [As I sit here typing this I remember I need to call my grandmother...is 10am too early?-Probably not]
Alright, phone call out of the way, let's begin. How about...the phone call. As some of you may know, my best fried lives 1000 miles away from me in Texas. Most of the time we are good with keeping up, but with the new semester starting, and figuring out classes, and jobs and each of our attempts at a social life, it can get tough to even find time to text, let alone call. So last night I was attempting to read my english text book, to no avail, so I was about to hit the sack when I get a text message 'Are you awake?' from her. So of course I respond, and the moment after I send my 'yes' my phone starts ringing. I answer, already expecting to her her unset tone, and she answers with a 'hey', and I know I was right. The thing is, I secretly hoped that she had just broken up with her boyfriend of the last year. He is such an awful person, and he doesn't treat her the way she deserves to be treated. Does this make me a miserable best friend? I wanted her to tell me she broke up with JoeShmoe. [super side note: my coffee is 'edited' perfectly. Damn straight] Anyways, I wnated to hear the tearful story of how he was an ass again, and somehow he had made the break up her fault, and I wanted to be able to bash him with her agreeing. I feel like she is trapping herself. She is convinced that she is 'going to spend the rest of my life with him'. She's 19. He is her first long term boyfriend, I feel like she's heading for disaster. The longer it takes for them to actually break up and NOT get back together five minutes later, the worse heartbreak she is going to be in, and the longer the relationship lasts the more chance that she gets stuck with him in Texas, raising dirty kids in their backwater town, and her never acutally reaching her goal of being an RN. I'm scared.
How about we move on to the math teacher? Shall we? Okay, go. So he is a graduate student, so only a few years older than me, I'm assuming. He is adorable, curly dark hair, baby face, slight begining of a beer belly. Which is too funny. He is awkward, and trying so hard to be that likable teacher, but his only issue is that he is teaching math. No one wants to be in this class. He tries to get us to laugh and converse, before everyone gets there, and when no one answers he wrinkles up his nose and give a little awkward laugh. I get giddy. Weird. I've developed a high school girl crush on him. This has never happened before. Part of me wishes I could get to know him better, but I know that even if he did see me as anything other than a student that it wouldn't be allowed. Also I just googled the dating policy, and a free PSU dating site popped up...so curious, but I really shouldn't. Moving on. Back to my math teacher. I get giddy during class, everything he does from his little laughs, his faces, sad jokes, everything makes me giggly. Although I never outwardly giggle, when I say giggly I mean in my head. As I was sitting in class yesterday, I realized that he looked a bit like my favorite singer, as well as a better looking version of my ex. I sat in math class and realized that my instructor is exactly my type. Only me right?
I'm running out of ideas, my coffee is fantastic, and I have to go to math class in about 45 minutes. I don't know what to do with my time. I probably should have read up on some homework, or something productive. But this is my outlet, and it makes me happy. So I need this. Also I wish the amount of writing I do on here counted toward my required English writing class...so I could just move on and get the more interesting classes out of the way. I can't wait to graduate. I want to teach! OH! I just remembered. While I was in New York a month or so ago, the psychic told me (at the point) I hadn't met my soul mate yet, which was a relief, as well as an excitement. She also said that he was 'just like you, a teacher like you'. I just connected this! My math teacher! haha. maybe.
Allons-y
-M
-M
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