Oh geez....I have turned into the very thing I hate. You know those girls who sit by the phone and wait for a guy to call? Or the ones that net-stalk the poor guy?Or the ones whose days are ruined when they don't hear from him? Yeah....guilty as charged.
I just....geez.... This has never happened before. I always swore I would keep a level head when it came to guys and, for the most part, I have yet to turn into well...someone who is constantly talking about "boyfriend" (I'm sure you know who I mean...). I mean.....gods! I'm not even dating the guy! We're just friends and we talk and we enjoy each other's company and words. And yeah....yesterday may have been a bit squeal-inducing had I been any other girl....but I usually keep my head when this shit happens! What makes it even crazier is that for the past I don't know how many months I have been telling Keri that college guys are no good and they all just want to have fun and aren't interested in serious relationships REGARDLESS of what they tell you. What makes it even crazier than that is that at the beginning of the semester I promised myself no guys until I got my ass the hell out of Humble, and here I am, seriously considering just asking the guy out. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!?!?!
Honestly, you'd think with the way the last few have turned out that I'd be ready to swear off guys forever and just become a lesbian, or at least bi, but nooooo....Megan has to have her little tee-hee girl moment and get all melt-y whenever she thinks of this person. Blech. No...Megan is not a girl. Megan will suck up and act like the man of the house she is supposed to be. Men of the house(man of the houses? men of the houses? man of the house-s? how would you pluralize that one?) don't fawn over some guy who will most likely just waltz right out of her life just as quickly as he waltzed in. End of story. Megan =/= girl. Megan =/= squeal-y. Megan =/= melt-at-the-thought-of-him. Megan = ....what?
Whatev. Megan needs to take her own advice for once and keep her own promises to herself.
I just....geez.... This has never happened before. I always swore I would keep a level head when it came to guys and, for the most part, I have yet to turn into well...someone who is constantly talking about "boyfriend" (I'm sure you know who I mean...). I mean.....gods! I'm not even dating the guy! We're just friends and we talk and we enjoy each other's company and words. And yeah....yesterday may have been a bit squeal-inducing had I been any other girl....but I usually keep my head when this shit happens! What makes it even crazier is that for the past I don't know how many months I have been telling Keri that college guys are no good and they all just want to have fun and aren't interested in serious relationships REGARDLESS of what they tell you. What makes it even crazier than that is that at the beginning of the semester I promised myself no guys until I got my ass the hell out of Humble, and here I am, seriously considering just asking the guy out. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!?!?!
Honestly, you'd think with the way the last few have turned out that I'd be ready to swear off guys forever and just become a lesbian, or at least bi, but nooooo....Megan has to have her little tee-hee girl moment and get all melt-y whenever she thinks of this person. Blech. No...Megan is not a girl. Megan will suck up and act like the man of the house she is supposed to be. Men of the house(man of the houses? men of the houses? man of the house-s? how would you pluralize that one?) don't fawn over some guy who will most likely just waltz right out of her life just as quickly as he waltzed in. End of story. Megan =/= girl. Megan =/= squeal-y. Megan =/= melt-at-the-thought-of-him. Megan = ....what?
Whatev. Megan needs to take her own advice for once and keep her own promises to herself.
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