i'm like a less interesting version of your mom. i do crafts, have dance parties in my room, and don't do your laundry.
i finished Mindy Kaling’s new book over Thanksgiving break. I still need to read Miranda July’s new book. I have three books that I have borrowed that I need to read. And yet, I still go to the library and stock up…just in case?
Enlightened Sexism for a class I am TAing in the summer, Rape of the Wild, The Psychology of Gender, Untold Lives, Positive Psychology, and Flourish: A Visionary New Understanding of Happiness and Well-being.
I also plan on:
- Finishing my quilt
- Attending Hot Yoga at least three times a week (I just haven’t had time to start doing it)
- Go skiiing!
How much you want to bet I just sleep an insane amount and refuse to leave my bed because it’s snowing?
has multiple posters of naked girls on his wall. not nearly naked. completely naked. multiple posters.
who does that?!?!
i’m going to get a couple posters of penises to just hang out all over my room. because that’s what i want to see all the time when i’m just hanging out at home. penises.
acquaintance: so you don’t drink?
me: (awkwardly) nope.
acquaintance: never? you don’t even want to try?
me: no, not particularly.
acquaintance: is it for religious or cultural reasons?
me: i’m not religious.
acquaintance: so cultural reasons?
me: i’m not cultural.
acquaintance: so you’re not even curious?
me: nope.
acquaintance: but you do have a reason?
me: yeah. i guess. i just…don’t.
i’m not sure why people feel it’s necessary to prod so much at something that i clearly don’t want to talk about with them. more often than not, people really don’t care why i don’t drink. they want to “prove me wrong” in some sort of strange way. “oh, well, one of my parents was an alcoholic, and i’m doing just fine.” that’s so cool for you. but your life isn’t mine, and i feel like my choices make me a stronger, albeit more awkward, person.
on what was supposed to be a group excursion to the haunted house, but is now just them and me.
not that awkward, until i find out that i’m pretty sure i had an okcupid date with her current boyfriend and never followed through. i mean, i didn’t stand him up, i just never finalized plans.
nevermind, it was my coworker, her boyfriend, me, and the guy from okcupid that i never went out with. probably pretty bad that i pretended not to recognize/remember him at all.
it’s good to know that my life will always be reminiscent of a t.v. drama. i cannot explain in words how perfect this night would have been for a script of parks and rec, or something of the sort. only, since it’s real life, less funny and more awkward.
P.S. i got a haircut! my hair’s not looking like hot mess anymore (that’s probably just for today because it was treated and the woman used a hair dryer and a brush. atypical for my hair.)
