Four weeks of classes left, a new spring, new friends, 21 days till my 21st birthday. While I don’t really want this semester to end, a lot of good things are happening. I can’t stop time but atleast I can be aware of the fact that it goes by quickly sometimes.

the smoking room

I am so happy to be home and to have the ground outside covered in a massive blanket of snow.  My friend who came to visit this weekend (graduated last year, but wanted to go out in the little college town again) had a 12 hour drive on Friday night due to the snow storm (it’s usually 3 hours).  She arrived at 4:30am.  Needless to say we didn’t go out that night.  We had a fun weekend despite the snow and did go out Saturday night.

At one of the bars we went to the guy I had been seeing was there.  He made sure and came to the small room in the back where we were (where smoking is permitted) to buy drinks and be seen.  I went up and said hi and asked why he was in the smoking room (I myself could hardly breath back there and I even smoke) and he claimed it had much less wait then than the main bar.  This was funny because much later that night when the place was actually pretty packed he never went and used that little bar in the smoking room but went up to the main one.  Obviously he wanted to be seen.  He also continuously stared at our table when we had some guys sitting and chatting with us.  But despite all of that when I asked him about doing something the next day (always go for broke) he said he was busy.  Nice.  At least I tried and now I know I’m not missing anything.

Oh and I also asked if I did anything horrible, assuming he would tell me, and he just laughed about it.  So I’m good.  I had been really worried I’d said something mean that hurt his feelings but he certainly didn’t act that way.

Mucho bland-ness…

I’ve realized that where I live can be truly boring.  Now I’m not going to be a silly, melodramatic fool and say life is so horrid here, but I must admit I am used to a college town with fun bars and a bunch of other young people.  Being here is a large change and a lack of action.  Also, I miss my friends…  (and I miss N horribly although being back at school won’t change that one).

I know I shouldn’t complain.  Atleast I’m not stuck here 365 days of the year like one of my greatest friends, but at the same time life is bland.  I enjoy being home but its only been a month and it feels way longer.  Also, since I’ve had no luck finding a job I’m left with quite a bit of spare time despite reading, working out, and volunteering at the SPCA.  Basically life is just going on and here I am with nothing to say…