to all those amazing people out there who watch mtv's the hills, this one goes out to you. last summer, i spent a decent amount of time enjoying my luxury hotel room and watching tv. you see, i didn't have tv at home for the past, oh, 5 years at least. so being able to watch tv while sitting in bed and eating dinner was kind of a big deal for me. one of my favorite shows that i picked up was the hills, mtv's reality show starring lauren, or LC from laguna beach. because of said lack of tv, i didn't know who she was, or what was her deal, but i knew that i was mysteriously sucked into this show and couldn't get enough. then, the new season premiered, and due to my lack of mtv, i sadly missed the majority of the season. however, due to recent activities, i found myself with a whole day to kill, and a season of california drama to catch up on. and thus began my journey. i watched just about the whole season (all 11 episodes), minus the season finale in one evening. then i started thinking.
why am i so drawn into this show? what is it about their lives that are so much more fascinating than mine, and why do i keep watching? and i realized, i feel a sort of connection with these wealthy, mostly blonde, club going girls. now, i'm sure you're wondering how in the world i could have anything in common with these girls, because surely i don't share any part of their lifestyles. i don't work for a magazine, sbe didn't respond to my resume, and i definitely don't get tables at the newest clubs on a weekly basis. my 21st birthday was far from a surprise party at hyde (my friends refused to throw me a surprise party for lack of possible invitees), and my job isn't so glamorous. i don't routinely go out for dinner, lunch, or brunch, and i just can't seem to pull off the oversized-sunglasses look. however, despite all these superficial differences, we're still all girls with best friends and broken hearts.
sure, i think they overdramatize everything and enjoy making mountains from molehills. and yes, i find it ridiculous that every serious conversation heidi and spencer have is either in area or in his car. but at the same time, watching lauren fall in and out of love, whitney compete for a job, and heidi go through all her drama, really brings it back home for me. there are so many times when i'm watching lauren and heidi fighting and supporting each other, through thick and thin, and i feel like i'm there, sitting on the couch with them. i listen to lauren's words of wisdom and i understand the pain her heart feels. i see heidi make the same mistakes, yell at her for taking him back, then fully understand why she hasn't yet learned. and as frustrating as it all is, i know that i do the same thing. i forgive the guy i shouldn't. i don't forgive the girl i should. i believe in second chances. i believe in best friends. i put chicks before dicks. i put dicks before chicks. i make mistakes. i learn from them. i move on. and that, my dear friends, is what we have in common. you live and you learn. no matter how much money you have, how glamorous your life appears, how many friends are at your party, what kind of car you drive, or what man is on your arm, we're all just human. and even if it's not on good morning america modeling the dress hilary swank wore, we all fall.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
only time
the memory is an amazing and fascinating thing. i mean, our brains seem only so large (some larger than others), but think of all the years of memories and knowledge that's stored up there. i know i make fun of my parents for their bad memory, but truth is, mine kind of sucks too. sometimes, when people give me instructions or important information, i'll repeat it all quietly after them. this isn't because i'm trying to be a parrot, it's because i'm trying to remember it all. repetition helps me remember. i'm really bad at history because i can't remember important dates or years or facts for my life. 1842, columbus sailed the ocean blue? i don't even know. so, it's not necessarily that i'm stupid, but apparently my brain finds it more useful to store the lyrics to eminem's lastest "song" than the years of wwI and wwII.
however, as bad as my memory may be, there are some things that i just can't forget. there are songs that bring be back to that night, to that day, to that time. there are stories that will pop into my mind, not because i remember you, but because i can't forget you. there are smells and sounds that bring me back to a time of happiness and togetherness. and then there are sights. those places, things, and events that will forever elicit a feeling of nostalgia and cause my heart to break a little more. because, you see, as hard as i may try, these memories can never be erased or replaced. they remain in our crammed little minds, occupying that fraction of a cell, but at the right trigger, the song, the story, the smell, the sound, the sight, they are released, and none can predict the damage it will cause. maybe it'll be harmless and evoke a giggle or a smile, but maybe it'll be that moment that tears your heart and breaks you inside. and the worst thing, you have no control over these memories. you can't control when they'll flood your mind, how you'll feel, or how you'll react. they just come. and fill your entire essence so that all that remains is the little girl dancing with the boy, both filled with so much happiness you think your heart will pop. of course, then your bubble pops, the horrid memory of the humilation that followed the dance dries out the wave of happiness, and you're left to feel the rock-hard ground of reality.
but let's not be negative. these memories, the good and the bad, remind me of another time, and another person. i'm no longer that little girl dancing with the boy. i've changed and i've grown. i've used these memories to improve myself and my decisions. i've learned from my mistakes, as well as my successes. and i'm still learning. and along the way, i'm creating more memories. instead of that overalls-clad dork tripping up the stairs, i'm now that awkward "young adult" tripping up the stairs, but may a lesson be learned from that as well. don't wear heels while trekking through 2 inches of slush uphill.
however, as bad as my memory may be, there are some things that i just can't forget. there are songs that bring be back to that night, to that day, to that time. there are stories that will pop into my mind, not because i remember you, but because i can't forget you. there are smells and sounds that bring me back to a time of happiness and togetherness. and then there are sights. those places, things, and events that will forever elicit a feeling of nostalgia and cause my heart to break a little more. because, you see, as hard as i may try, these memories can never be erased or replaced. they remain in our crammed little minds, occupying that fraction of a cell, but at the right trigger, the song, the story, the smell, the sound, the sight, they are released, and none can predict the damage it will cause. maybe it'll be harmless and evoke a giggle or a smile, but maybe it'll be that moment that tears your heart and breaks you inside. and the worst thing, you have no control over these memories. you can't control when they'll flood your mind, how you'll feel, or how you'll react. they just come. and fill your entire essence so that all that remains is the little girl dancing with the boy, both filled with so much happiness you think your heart will pop. of course, then your bubble pops, the horrid memory of the humilation that followed the dance dries out the wave of happiness, and you're left to feel the rock-hard ground of reality.
but let's not be negative. these memories, the good and the bad, remind me of another time, and another person. i'm no longer that little girl dancing with the boy. i've changed and i've grown. i've used these memories to improve myself and my decisions. i've learned from my mistakes, as well as my successes. and i'm still learning. and along the way, i'm creating more memories. instead of that overalls-clad dork tripping up the stairs, i'm now that awkward "young adult" tripping up the stairs, but may a lesson be learned from that as well. don't wear heels while trekking through 2 inches of slush uphill.
Monday, March 12, 2007
golden rings
1. social experiments
i decided that i like social experiments, like beauty and the geek. this means i do things that others consider "psychotic," like ignoring best friends for periods of time and for no apparent reason, except to see what happens (sorry about the nightmares). i also do things like create hypothetical situations, to test theories of reaction, which then get me into trouble. i sometimes make bad decisions in an effort to learn a lesson, or gain an experience. i like to observe those around me. believe it or not, i actually do pay attention to what you say, how you sit, and who you sit next to in class. i wonder how two people know each other, or why they're friends. i analyze the public interactions between people, then think about their private ones (but not in a sick, creepy sort of way). i like to pick people apart, then put them together, but a little differently. i also tend to judge and label others. it's okay, i know you do it to me too. people's personalities, characteristics, and behaviors fascinate and confuse me. i want to get into your brain, does that make me psychotic?
2. road trip
i have no idea what i'm doing this summer. i don't have an internship yet. i don't know if i'll get one. if not, maybe i'll road trip through the country. i want to explore more of the great wonders of this nation. i want to go to las vegas (for purely educational purposes), tennessee (you're the only ten i see), georgia (to pick peaches), alabama, louisiana, kentucky, west virginia, kansas, ohio, oregon, south dakota, new mexico... the list continues. there is just SO much in this country, relatively close to home, that i have yet to see or learn about. how terribly sad. i need to break free from this north-east bubble!
3. senioritis
i'm picking my first semester senior year courses in a few weeks. i've already started spazing. there are just so many i want to take! i have 2 required classes left- 305 and 441 (the names don't matter). THEN, there are 8 hotel electives i want to take, including (but not limited to): casino operations, airlines, wines, guest chefs, and a few more. however, of the 8 electives, 4 are only offered in the spring, and 3 are only offered in the fall. therefore, if i take my 2 requirements, plus the 3 electives in the fall, and then 5 electives in the spring, i'll be good. right? wrong. because THEN, i also want to take spanish again (i need to keep practicing and learning, watching volver a million times won't do it), web design, psych101, and a multitude of other classes. there are just too many! SO, this is what i am thinking: i'll definitely not be able to take psych 101 AND casinos, because they are both only offered at the exact same time (friday 10:10). so, drop psych. okay, so then if i take spanish in the fall, and web design in the spring, i'll be taking about 18 credits each semester of my senior year. good idea? not so sure. so, now i'm going to try to take some of these classes pass/fail. however, i can't really take a hotel elective pass/fail, but what if it's not really a "hotel elective"? what if i just want the credits to go towards free? i mean, i only need 19 more credits to graduate anyways, so why should it really matter? i just want to continue learning about this great industry called hospitality. and i want to expand my mind! LET ME LEARN!!!
4. what lies ahead
so after i road trip this summer, and overload next year, i'm on to graduation. i have no idea what i want to do. i always just figured i'd go into hotel operations, be a front desk manager or something, then work my way up, until i found a suitable husband, get married, have kids, and become the trophy soccer mom/housewife. but the more i think about it and the more i look around, there's so much more i want to do. in the past few days, i have seriously considered:
becoming a flight attendant- the only downside, being on reserve for the first year or so. but, i love traveling and it would allow me to travel around and make friends.
becoming a high school guidance counselor- i've realized that i really like giving out advice, and helping people solve their problems, and giving career advice. i never said i was really good at it, but i think i'd be fun to help steer kids in a direction, any direction really. plus, all those applications i'd get to read-over and forms to fill-out; sign me up!
becoming a career services person- this is similar to the guidance counselor, but on a college level. i thought seriously about this for a few minutes, then realized i don't want to deal with stressed, overworked, sleep-deprived, overambitious, college kids. i just can't handle them. everyone just needs to chill. ha.
i'm sure i'll think of many more splendid career paths i could take. but then, what good would my education be? does it really do me any good anyways? sometimes i feel like such a slacker here, because i'm surrounded by so many kids who have done so much more with their time both on and off-campus, that i feel like i should be doing more with my time than writing silly blogs. but you know, this is college, and it's what you make of it. i decide to make silly blogs, you can decide to make the cure for cancer. to each his own.
5. this is what cornell does to you
cornell, i love you, but sometimes i hate you. you have turned me into a competitive, introverted freak. okay, so maybe i was a freak since i was little, but i really wasn't always competitve or introverted. in high school, i never really cared that much about school or grades. i did enough work to pass, and studied more for things i liked, like calculus. but how i did, compared to others, was never really that big of a deal to me. but then i come here, where the only thing that matters is how you do compared to others. that's why they don't grade based on a 1-100 pt. scale, they grade based on means and st. devs. well, the hotel school doesn't, but the rest of cornell does. and i ask myself, why? you can't compare apples and oranges, so why are you comparing the little nerdy math-asian finance freak to the ditzy bopping blonde sorority chick? sorry for the stereotypes/insults, you know i don't mean them. see #1. anyways, what ever happened to that "everyone is unique and special" concept? aren't we all winners? i mean, isn't surviving life (which no one really does) hard enough? why make it harder?
secondly, my new found introversion. it's something i learned freshman year, through one of those MBTI tests (or some combination of similar letters). you know, that test you take that tells you if you're feeling or sensing, thinking or intuitive, spaz attack or OCD. something like that. well, in high school, it told me i was an extrovert, all the way. but now, it says i'm an introvert, and i say, wtf? how am I an introvert? have you met me mr. jung? but then, i think, and i realize, i am kind of introverted. like when i hide in my closet to watch movies all alone (except for when goofy joins me). or like how i prefer to work in room service, because then i don't have to talk to other people as much. and how i hate interacting with people who drain my energy (but then again, who doesn't). is it a bad thing? maybe it's not. i think through my introversion, i have actually matured (read: i've accepted the fact that i'm going to be alone so i might as well get used to it and learn to live). so maybe it's a good thing that i now prefer to be alone instead of large groups. i'm a lot more myself and self-sufficient. say hello to the future miss independent.
i decided that i like social experiments, like beauty and the geek. this means i do things that others consider "psychotic," like ignoring best friends for periods of time and for no apparent reason, except to see what happens (sorry about the nightmares). i also do things like create hypothetical situations, to test theories of reaction, which then get me into trouble. i sometimes make bad decisions in an effort to learn a lesson, or gain an experience. i like to observe those around me. believe it or not, i actually do pay attention to what you say, how you sit, and who you sit next to in class. i wonder how two people know each other, or why they're friends. i analyze the public interactions between people, then think about their private ones (but not in a sick, creepy sort of way). i like to pick people apart, then put them together, but a little differently. i also tend to judge and label others. it's okay, i know you do it to me too. people's personalities, characteristics, and behaviors fascinate and confuse me. i want to get into your brain, does that make me psychotic?
2. road trip
i have no idea what i'm doing this summer. i don't have an internship yet. i don't know if i'll get one. if not, maybe i'll road trip through the country. i want to explore more of the great wonders of this nation. i want to go to las vegas (for purely educational purposes), tennessee (you're the only ten i see), georgia (to pick peaches), alabama, louisiana, kentucky, west virginia, kansas, ohio, oregon, south dakota, new mexico... the list continues. there is just SO much in this country, relatively close to home, that i have yet to see or learn about. how terribly sad. i need to break free from this north-east bubble!
3. senioritis
i'm picking my first semester senior year courses in a few weeks. i've already started spazing. there are just so many i want to take! i have 2 required classes left- 305 and 441 (the names don't matter). THEN, there are 8 hotel electives i want to take, including (but not limited to): casino operations, airlines, wines, guest chefs, and a few more. however, of the 8 electives, 4 are only offered in the spring, and 3 are only offered in the fall. therefore, if i take my 2 requirements, plus the 3 electives in the fall, and then 5 electives in the spring, i'll be good. right? wrong. because THEN, i also want to take spanish again (i need to keep practicing and learning, watching volver a million times won't do it), web design, psych101, and a multitude of other classes. there are just too many! SO, this is what i am thinking: i'll definitely not be able to take psych 101 AND casinos, because they are both only offered at the exact same time (friday 10:10). so, drop psych. okay, so then if i take spanish in the fall, and web design in the spring, i'll be taking about 18 credits each semester of my senior year. good idea? not so sure. so, now i'm going to try to take some of these classes pass/fail. however, i can't really take a hotel elective pass/fail, but what if it's not really a "hotel elective"? what if i just want the credits to go towards free? i mean, i only need 19 more credits to graduate anyways, so why should it really matter? i just want to continue learning about this great industry called hospitality. and i want to expand my mind! LET ME LEARN!!!
4. what lies ahead
so after i road trip this summer, and overload next year, i'm on to graduation. i have no idea what i want to do. i always just figured i'd go into hotel operations, be a front desk manager or something, then work my way up, until i found a suitable husband, get married, have kids, and become the trophy soccer mom/housewife. but the more i think about it and the more i look around, there's so much more i want to do. in the past few days, i have seriously considered:
becoming a flight attendant- the only downside, being on reserve for the first year or so. but, i love traveling and it would allow me to travel around and make friends.
becoming a high school guidance counselor- i've realized that i really like giving out advice, and helping people solve their problems, and giving career advice. i never said i was really good at it, but i think i'd be fun to help steer kids in a direction, any direction really. plus, all those applications i'd get to read-over and forms to fill-out; sign me up!
becoming a career services person- this is similar to the guidance counselor, but on a college level. i thought seriously about this for a few minutes, then realized i don't want to deal with stressed, overworked, sleep-deprived, overambitious, college kids. i just can't handle them. everyone just needs to chill. ha.
i'm sure i'll think of many more splendid career paths i could take. but then, what good would my education be? does it really do me any good anyways? sometimes i feel like such a slacker here, because i'm surrounded by so many kids who have done so much more with their time both on and off-campus, that i feel like i should be doing more with my time than writing silly blogs. but you know, this is college, and it's what you make of it. i decide to make silly blogs, you can decide to make the cure for cancer. to each his own.
5. this is what cornell does to you
cornell, i love you, but sometimes i hate you. you have turned me into a competitive, introverted freak. okay, so maybe i was a freak since i was little, but i really wasn't always competitve or introverted. in high school, i never really cared that much about school or grades. i did enough work to pass, and studied more for things i liked, like calculus. but how i did, compared to others, was never really that big of a deal to me. but then i come here, where the only thing that matters is how you do compared to others. that's why they don't grade based on a 1-100 pt. scale, they grade based on means and st. devs. well, the hotel school doesn't, but the rest of cornell does. and i ask myself, why? you can't compare apples and oranges, so why are you comparing the little nerdy math-asian finance freak to the ditzy bopping blonde sorority chick? sorry for the stereotypes/insults, you know i don't mean them. see #1. anyways, what ever happened to that "everyone is unique and special" concept? aren't we all winners? i mean, isn't surviving life (which no one really does) hard enough? why make it harder?
secondly, my new found introversion. it's something i learned freshman year, through one of those MBTI tests (or some combination of similar letters). you know, that test you take that tells you if you're feeling or sensing, thinking or intuitive, spaz attack or OCD. something like that. well, in high school, it told me i was an extrovert, all the way. but now, it says i'm an introvert, and i say, wtf? how am I an introvert? have you met me mr. jung? but then, i think, and i realize, i am kind of introverted. like when i hide in my closet to watch movies all alone (except for when goofy joins me). or like how i prefer to work in room service, because then i don't have to talk to other people as much. and how i hate interacting with people who drain my energy (but then again, who doesn't). is it a bad thing? maybe it's not. i think through my introversion, i have actually matured (read: i've accepted the fact that i'm going to be alone so i might as well get used to it and learn to live). so maybe it's a good thing that i now prefer to be alone instead of large groups. i'm a lot more myself and self-sufficient. say hello to the future miss independent.
Thursday, March 8, 2007
college, who knew?
people always told me college would be the best years of my life. the summer after my senior year, i didn't understand how anything could be better than high school. oh how little did i know. now that i've been here for nearly 3 years, i can confidently say that i've had the time of my life. despite the freezing weather, group projects, and library late nights (which aren't so bad... see previous post), i have grown to truly love and appreciate cornell and college life as a whole.
i am repeatedly reminded of the most important lesson i have learned thus far: there's more to life than classes, prelims, and grades. you're only in college once, and although education is important, it's not going to make or break your life. what will, however, have a lasting impact unrivaled by academics, are the relationships that are built and memories made. aw, how sweet. As cheesy as it may sound, it's true. the friends i have made during these three years have become more than just the people i do homework with or go out to eat with (although we do that a lot too). they've become the people i turn to when i'm stressed, or run to when i'm happy. they're the ones i can talk to about anything and everything for hours on end. and it never ceases to amaze me how far we've come.
freshman year, i was hesistant about making friends. i couldn't imagine leaving my high school outer square and finding an inner circle of new best friends. yet somehow i have been able to branch out and form friendships i never would have imagined. and the fact that we remain friends as i continue to make new ones still surprises me. i can honestly say that i can't imagine my life without these kids, and because of them i have changed for the better. they say high school friends shape who you are, and college friends shape your life. if that's the case, then i have one pretty awesome life ahead of me.
i am repeatedly reminded of the most important lesson i have learned thus far: there's more to life than classes, prelims, and grades. you're only in college once, and although education is important, it's not going to make or break your life. what will, however, have a lasting impact unrivaled by academics, are the relationships that are built and memories made. aw, how sweet. As cheesy as it may sound, it's true. the friends i have made during these three years have become more than just the people i do homework with or go out to eat with (although we do that a lot too). they've become the people i turn to when i'm stressed, or run to when i'm happy. they're the ones i can talk to about anything and everything for hours on end. and it never ceases to amaze me how far we've come.
freshman year, i was hesistant about making friends. i couldn't imagine leaving my high school outer square and finding an inner circle of new best friends. yet somehow i have been able to branch out and form friendships i never would have imagined. and the fact that we remain friends as i continue to make new ones still surprises me. i can honestly say that i can't imagine my life without these kids, and because of them i have changed for the better. they say high school friends shape who you are, and college friends shape your life. if that's the case, then i have one pretty awesome life ahead of me.
Monday, March 5, 2007
uris.
there is something terribly wrong with me. i have discovered today that i derive some sick pleasure out of staying at the library all night. i subconsciously (or not so subconsciously), purposely procrastinate my work until the very last night so i end up staying up all night, sitting by myself in this fishbowl, working, and further procrastinating my work. of course, the fact that i'm sticky and smelly from work just adds to the pleasure gained for me (i can't say the same about those sitting within a 10 ft. radius of me).
the lesson: don't let me trick you. when i'm complaining about how much work i have, i secretly love it. i don't drink coffee because i stayed up late, i stay up late so i can drink coffee. maybe deep down, i'm trying to prove that hotelies do have hard work, and it isn't as easy as some think. which reminds me of a joke i heard today:
Q: How many hotelies does it take to change a light bulb?
A: One, but he gets 4 credits for doing it.
ha. ha. ha. anyways, so yes, maybe i'm just trying to prove the social norm wrong, and instead of overdramatizing a class, i just work extra hard, to give the impression of difficulty. oops, cat's out of the bag. don't quote me on this, because some classes really are hard. for example, the one i'm currently procrastinating, 321. i don't even know the real name for the class, that's how hard it is. i go to every lecture, and am always awake. granted, i am usually uselessly attempting the daily crossword, but i at least pay attention some of the time, and jot down a few notes here and there. shouldn't that mean something?! you know it's bad when you have a prelim coming up and don't even know what the class is called. maybe if he made it open book, open notebook, and no time limit it wouldn't be so hard. actually, on second thought, it wouldn't matter. i returned the textbook for this class because i couldn't understand any of the words. my notes are all covered in ink smudges from the crosswords. i'm just going to have to accept the fact that this is not going to be my best class yet. which is sad, because until now, i was doing decent in my finance classes. i mean, besides absolutely bombing my 121 final (which, by the way, brought my semester grade down by a whole letter, you do the math), i managed to do surprising well in the rest of my little math classes. that just proves my inner nerdiness. freshman year, second semester, my best class by far was calculus. i know. okay, this rambling has continued long enough. i think i'm in the right frame of mind now to compile some jumbled words and numbers into what i think is a memo. of course, now i have the problem of dried contacts. oh the toils of being me.
the lesson: don't let me trick you. when i'm complaining about how much work i have, i secretly love it. i don't drink coffee because i stayed up late, i stay up late so i can drink coffee. maybe deep down, i'm trying to prove that hotelies do have hard work, and it isn't as easy as some think. which reminds me of a joke i heard today:
Q: How many hotelies does it take to change a light bulb?
A: One, but he gets 4 credits for doing it.
ha. ha. ha. anyways, so yes, maybe i'm just trying to prove the social norm wrong, and instead of overdramatizing a class, i just work extra hard, to give the impression of difficulty. oops, cat's out of the bag. don't quote me on this, because some classes really are hard. for example, the one i'm currently procrastinating, 321. i don't even know the real name for the class, that's how hard it is. i go to every lecture, and am always awake. granted, i am usually uselessly attempting the daily crossword, but i at least pay attention some of the time, and jot down a few notes here and there. shouldn't that mean something?! you know it's bad when you have a prelim coming up and don't even know what the class is called. maybe if he made it open book, open notebook, and no time limit it wouldn't be so hard. actually, on second thought, it wouldn't matter. i returned the textbook for this class because i couldn't understand any of the words. my notes are all covered in ink smudges from the crosswords. i'm just going to have to accept the fact that this is not going to be my best class yet. which is sad, because until now, i was doing decent in my finance classes. i mean, besides absolutely bombing my 121 final (which, by the way, brought my semester grade down by a whole letter, you do the math), i managed to do surprising well in the rest of my little math classes. that just proves my inner nerdiness. freshman year, second semester, my best class by far was calculus. i know. okay, this rambling has continued long enough. i think i'm in the right frame of mind now to compile some jumbled words and numbers into what i think is a memo. of course, now i have the problem of dried contacts. oh the toils of being me.
Friday, March 2, 2007
april 25th
whatever happened to dates? in middle school, a date consisted of our parents driving us to the movies, sharing a popcorn and maybe a soda, then getting picked up at the end of the movie. in high school, we figured things out. we learned how to get over our nerves and ask the pretty girl/cute boy out; we went to the movies followed by the classy trip to the diner. but now in college, dates have become like this rare breed of dog, that only comes out for shows and newspaper articles. maybe i've just been misled by all my chick lit, flicks, and tv, but i have this idea of what a date should be, and it doesn't include a late-night phone call, that burrito place, or a midnight drive. well, okay, maybe a midnight drive, but it better be going somewhere other than wegman's. it's like in college we lower our standards of what a date should be, and settle for dinner at plum tree followed by the latest downloaded movie from dc++. but does the wild world of dating get that much better after college? or is it too much like going back to high school?
now i'll admit, i'm not the best person to be talking about dating, seeing that i've never been on a real date before (at least what i would consider a date), but i've been in enough fuzzy relationships, and have witnessed plenty of functional and dysfunctional relationships to know what i want. call me a romantic, but i want to be asked out in more words than just "let's go out," i want to be picked up at my front door, not just called from downstairs; i want flowers and chocolates, not a handful of stolen napkins and mints. i want that awkward moment at the end of the night when you're paused at your door, wondering if you should go in for a kiss, or if he'll go in for a kiss, but what if you bump heads or he's a bad kisser? is there a piece of cheese stuck in your teeth? is that chili he ate still in his breath? did he have fun? should you invite him in? is this going anywhere? and where are my keys?
yes, i'm a romantic. yes, i'm an idealist. but is there anything really wrong with that? should i feel bad because i have these high ideals of what my perfect date would be? am i being too unrealistic? am i asking for too much? i think not.
now i'll admit, i'm not the best person to be talking about dating, seeing that i've never been on a real date before (at least what i would consider a date), but i've been in enough fuzzy relationships, and have witnessed plenty of functional and dysfunctional relationships to know what i want. call me a romantic, but i want to be asked out in more words than just "let's go out," i want to be picked up at my front door, not just called from downstairs; i want flowers and chocolates, not a handful of stolen napkins and mints. i want that awkward moment at the end of the night when you're paused at your door, wondering if you should go in for a kiss, or if he'll go in for a kiss, but what if you bump heads or he's a bad kisser? is there a piece of cheese stuck in your teeth? is that chili he ate still in his breath? did he have fun? should you invite him in? is this going anywhere? and where are my keys?
yes, i'm a romantic. yes, i'm an idealist. but is there anything really wrong with that? should i feel bad because i have these high ideals of what my perfect date would be? am i being too unrealistic? am i asking for too much? i think not.
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