It is ten to nine, and I am almost done with my English essay. Having that done is one more stone off my shoulders, I have enough on my hands with the shooting range class on wednesday and the Bosnia trip getting constantly closer.
It seems as though, even though I really like it here, every week I get something new to worry about. If it isn't PE tests, essays, weeks out in the field or PM's about pedagogy classes, I am the group leader and have to keep track of everybody in the group, which honestly still freaks me out every time. Not as much as in the beginning, thank God, but enough to keep me uncomfortable.
People are starting to come back now. I know this because my neighbor downstairs has started playing techno on his stereo and decided to keep the volume at a rate where everybody in the house can enjoy it with him.
I hate him.
At least I have five pages now. All I need are those last finishing lines. Then bed. Come on..!
"...and in all of this we can conclude that, among so many other things, even the ancient Greek knew how to fight a battle.
Oh, and one more thing! How come the Cadet has suddenly started to make moves on me again? First nothing in, like, six months, and now suddenly it is all "What are you doing next weekend?" and "Come by my place and watch a movie!" and "Oh, I'll just come visit you in Stockholm, don't mind you constantly coughing up what seems to be a smaller swamp and sound like you just received a lung transplant from Janis Joplin, oh, and do you mind if I spend the night in your bed?"
Latest example was tonight when he started talking to me on MSN and asked me what I was up for this Halloween. I told him the truth, which is not much, and then he asked me if I didn't want to come by visit him.
And I go, like, "W00t?"
No, I didn't. I said something polite down the lines of "Sounds nice, we'll see what happens".
But I am confuzzled. Now I don't want him anymore, and he gets all interested?
I don't get men.
It seems as though, even though I really like it here, every week I get something new to worry about. If it isn't PE tests, essays, weeks out in the field or PM's about pedagogy classes, I am the group leader and have to keep track of everybody in the group, which honestly still freaks me out every time. Not as much as in the beginning, thank God, but enough to keep me uncomfortable.
People are starting to come back now. I know this because my neighbor downstairs has started playing techno on his stereo and decided to keep the volume at a rate where everybody in the house can enjoy it with him.
I hate him.
At least I have five pages now. All I need are those last finishing lines. Then bed. Come on..!
"...and in all of this we can conclude that, among so many other things, even the ancient Greek knew how to fight a battle.
Oh, and one more thing! How come the Cadet has suddenly started to make moves on me again? First nothing in, like, six months, and now suddenly it is all "What are you doing next weekend?" and "Come by my place and watch a movie!" and "Oh, I'll just come visit you in Stockholm, don't mind you constantly coughing up what seems to be a smaller swamp and sound like you just received a lung transplant from Janis Joplin, oh, and do you mind if I spend the night in your bed?"
Latest example was tonight when he started talking to me on MSN and asked me what I was up for this Halloween. I told him the truth, which is not much, and then he asked me if I didn't want to come by visit him.
And I go, like, "W00t?"
No, I didn't. I said something polite down the lines of "Sounds nice, we'll see what happens".
But I am confuzzled. Now I don't want him anymore, and he gets all interested?
I don't get men.
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tastycorpse666:
HAHA! I love the punning back, brilliant! Not many do it and I leave so many phrases open for it! Your letter has been written. I think I mention the book. Or at least what it is about.
tastycorpse666:
You can always tell him that you are into girls now. That works for me. I say I am half lesbian and it works well. Unless of course its an idiot, example, this girl I was talking to told us all at the restaurant that she was half lesbian, I said perfect, I am as well. Some guy got offended! He was like, YOU ARE HALF LESBIAN, LIKE YOU ARE A FAG?! I said Oh no sir, I must say you're wrong, Oh no sir! I must disagree, Oh no sir! (I like that song, Goodbye Horses) I said I am half lesbian so that means I like lesbians and straight girls and bi girls as well. And he was still offended, call me a fucking fag, I said Sweetie! Stop already, silly boy.