Heh
Life is good.
College is wonderful again. I'm freakishly sociable with all the ladies, and while I still remain seemingly unalterably single, I can sort of appreciate it. A good feeling. I'm the nice guy, like always, and I'm pretty sure I won't get anywhere with any of the chicas, however I don't mind. And I'm not just saying that so that I can believe it. I'm saying it because its so unbelievable. -- Classes are excellent, acting is a hoot and dorm life has never been better. I get along with lots of people on my floor. My roommate is the incomparable Matt, just about my best male friend, and business statistics is easier than I ever would've thought... to this point.
Complaints of the moment? - None... Although my legs have been hurting me for a while, stupid Aerobie;
Ooooh, I get to play racquetball tomorrow with Mari (yay PhD candidate). Another cool thing about summer school, it seems like everyone is older than me, all of the people here doing research (not taking classes) are juniors, seniors, or seniors+1, and with the exception of not knowing all that much about what they study, we're pretty much on the same level, which is just the coolness.
Apparently, today was an orientation, so there were lots of "a-gonna-be-a-freshmen" wandering the campus, and earlier this evening, I was gawking out my window at a few that were walking by, 5 girls to be precise. One of which saw me, and proceeded to wave; I sheepishly waved back, and they kept walking. A few moments later, she was back at my window, mouth open, tongue out, licking it. Zany. Wacky. Unbelievable. Hello Tongue! - I open the window, and we share a brief conversation, where I introduce myself as Scully, and she deems it novel... And calls her four friends over. We introduce ourselves, and share a bit about ourselves, majors, where we're from, where we're living next year, et al. In the middle, Brad from next door is walking by basking in the completion of his calculus for the evening, and upon seeing the, count 'em, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 girls outside my window, exclaims, "Holy Shit!" to which everyone laughs. Yada yada yada. I do not think this will be the last I've seen of these girls. And I think thats a good thing. =)
More later.
Life is good.
College is wonderful again. I'm freakishly sociable with all the ladies, and while I still remain seemingly unalterably single, I can sort of appreciate it. A good feeling. I'm the nice guy, like always, and I'm pretty sure I won't get anywhere with any of the chicas, however I don't mind. And I'm not just saying that so that I can believe it. I'm saying it because its so unbelievable. -- Classes are excellent, acting is a hoot and dorm life has never been better. I get along with lots of people on my floor. My roommate is the incomparable Matt, just about my best male friend, and business statistics is easier than I ever would've thought... to this point.
Complaints of the moment? - None... Although my legs have been hurting me for a while, stupid Aerobie;
Ooooh, I get to play racquetball tomorrow with Mari (yay PhD candidate). Another cool thing about summer school, it seems like everyone is older than me, all of the people here doing research (not taking classes) are juniors, seniors, or seniors+1, and with the exception of not knowing all that much about what they study, we're pretty much on the same level, which is just the coolness.
Apparently, today was an orientation, so there were lots of "a-gonna-be-a-freshmen" wandering the campus, and earlier this evening, I was gawking out my window at a few that were walking by, 5 girls to be precise. One of which saw me, and proceeded to wave; I sheepishly waved back, and they kept walking. A few moments later, she was back at my window, mouth open, tongue out, licking it. Zany. Wacky. Unbelievable. Hello Tongue! - I open the window, and we share a brief conversation, where I introduce myself as Scully, and she deems it novel... And calls her four friends over. We introduce ourselves, and share a bit about ourselves, majors, where we're from, where we're living next year, et al. In the middle, Brad from next door is walking by basking in the completion of his calculus for the evening, and upon seeing the, count 'em, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 girls outside my window, exclaims, "Holy Shit!" to which everyone laughs. Yada yada yada. I do not think this will be the last I've seen of these girls. And I think thats a good thing. =)
More later.
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