My fellow single XX Club members, do you ever think you've found a great guy, only to realize he has a fault so huge that you cannot ignore it, but really want to? Well, I have once again come to this crossroads. Let's see what you have to say...
He's funny. He's in the Army ROTC program. He's studying to be a pilot. He likes to have fun.
And that, my friends, is where the problem lies.
He likes to have a little too much fun.
He says he can't stay away from me, and yet the only time I actually get a text or call is on the weekends, at two in the morning, after way too much beer and liquor.
The call is because he wants to "hang out."
Really? Does he really think I am stupid enough to go over to his room, where his roommate is, and "hang out?"
Last weekend, he wanted to appologize for waking me up. So he wrote a note on a post-it, and tried to stick it on my door. Too bad he missed my room by one floor and twenty doors away. Guess those concrete stairs are a little too hard to attempt after a frat party. But maybe it's the drunken thought that counts.
You know what, I am mistaken. Sometimes he does remember me. I got a text message a week or two ago that said, "are you mad at me? I haven't heard from you in a week?" Well, guess what, boy, I haven't heard from you in a week, either. Didn't realize you could only send text messages to someone until after they had sent one to you first.
I guess if it weren't for this guy's inability to call me while sober, I would be flying high. I think I have to just get rid of the tattoo on my forehead. Ladies, you know the one. It usually says something along the lines of "assholes, creeps, and stalkers apply here."
Well, I guess this little rant has showed me that I need to remove J. from my life. It really is too bad that his public face wasn't nearly and charming as his private one.
Love always,
Kait
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
The Irony Of College
I have decided there is quite a bit of irony in college. For instance, I need to skip class so I can get my four year class schedule approved. However, miss too much class, you fail. Which means your four year schedule is absolutely useless. And it is my first year advisor who must approve the next four years of my life. And a first year advisor is not your advisor for your entire first year. No, they give you a different advisor after your first semester is over. Odd.
On another note, I am having a party of one in celebration of finding my iPod cord today, complete with canned mac and cheese and granola bars. Although Dave too might be celebrating. Dave would be the guy whose cord I have been borrowing for the past month. He is not quite rid of me, yet, seeing as how I come to his and Jerry's room to watch t.v, since I myself do not own one.
As I sit here I happen to be looking at my lighter, and isn't it a shame that cigarettes are so hazardous to a girl's health? I miss holding that little cancer stick. It was... calming. I think this is something only another smoker would ever understand. It is so tempting to go down to the nearest WalMart and buy a pack, but I will perservere. After all, I do not wish to go through the removal of my esophagus as my grandfather did. No, thank you!
Ah, well. Time for my party. Hmm, I believe I will go with the musical theme "All Things Fun." Which basically means a lot of country and southern rock with a little techno thrown in, just to spice things up
Type to you later!
Kait
On another note, I am having a party of one in celebration of finding my iPod cord today, complete with canned mac and cheese and granola bars. Although Dave too might be celebrating. Dave would be the guy whose cord I have been borrowing for the past month. He is not quite rid of me, yet, seeing as how I come to his and Jerry's room to watch t.v, since I myself do not own one.
As I sit here I happen to be looking at my lighter, and isn't it a shame that cigarettes are so hazardous to a girl's health? I miss holding that little cancer stick. It was... calming. I think this is something only another smoker would ever understand. It is so tempting to go down to the nearest WalMart and buy a pack, but I will perservere. After all, I do not wish to go through the removal of my esophagus as my grandfather did. No, thank you!
Ah, well. Time for my party. Hmm, I believe I will go with the musical theme "All Things Fun." Which basically means a lot of country and southern rock with a little techno thrown in, just to spice things up
Type to you later!
Kait
Dear Life, It Is Entirely Too Early
Dear Life,
I am back. The question is why. Why do I find it impossible to fall asleep at night? Why does my first class begin at 8:15 a.m? I do not like it, and I, as Queen Bee of Daytona Beach (or at least my dorm room) declare that it should be changed to something more my liking! Whether or not my executive order will be carried out is another story. Perhaps it would be easier if I just drank more coffee...
I have decided that living on a mostly male campus will, in fact, make me utterly insane by the age of 22. And folks, I'm talking 83% men here. It's not healthy. My best friend? XY. My group partners? XY. The people I sit next to in the airplane class from hell? XY and XY. It is not good for a female to be surrounded by so much male-ness. After all, who exactly am I supposed to complain to when my cramps feel like my uterus is ripping itself apart? (Lovely thought, that.) And who will hate the entire sex with me when a guy does something utterly stupid? I should join a sorority next semester. Get some girly time in.
As I currently do not have a roommate, and have not had one for a month or two now, I am curious as to how people go years living alone. Of course, I come from a large family, whom I adore to no end, but still. Perhaps these folks do not have strong family ties. If that is the case, then I am saddened. I, myself, have come to the conclusion that to live alone can be a lonely experience. Yes, I know, I live in a building with a bout 170 others, but still. Who do you talk to late at night? Who do you count on to eat that mac and cheese dinner with you? I IM my oldest brother quite a bit, and I constantly call my Ma and Daddy. And yes, I really do refer to them as such. Just can't quite get rid of that particular country habit. But I digress. My point is, perhaps it might be healthier for me to have a roommate, even though I have, in fact, taken over the entire room. Not that I am depressed. I am simply a girl, over 1,000 miles away from home, living in a massive tourist town. Wow, that sounds depressing. I need to go to a party.
Perhaps I will write again later, but for now,
Love Always,
Kait
I am back. The question is why. Why do I find it impossible to fall asleep at night? Why does my first class begin at 8:15 a.m? I do not like it, and I, as Queen Bee of Daytona Beach (or at least my dorm room) declare that it should be changed to something more my liking! Whether or not my executive order will be carried out is another story. Perhaps it would be easier if I just drank more coffee...
I have decided that living on a mostly male campus will, in fact, make me utterly insane by the age of 22. And folks, I'm talking 83% men here. It's not healthy. My best friend? XY. My group partners? XY. The people I sit next to in the airplane class from hell? XY and XY. It is not good for a female to be surrounded by so much male-ness. After all, who exactly am I supposed to complain to when my cramps feel like my uterus is ripping itself apart? (Lovely thought, that.) And who will hate the entire sex with me when a guy does something utterly stupid? I should join a sorority next semester. Get some girly time in.
As I currently do not have a roommate, and have not had one for a month or two now, I am curious as to how people go years living alone. Of course, I come from a large family, whom I adore to no end, but still. Perhaps these folks do not have strong family ties. If that is the case, then I am saddened. I, myself, have come to the conclusion that to live alone can be a lonely experience. Yes, I know, I live in a building with a bout 170 others, but still. Who do you talk to late at night? Who do you count on to eat that mac and cheese dinner with you? I IM my oldest brother quite a bit, and I constantly call my Ma and Daddy. And yes, I really do refer to them as such. Just can't quite get rid of that particular country habit. But I digress. My point is, perhaps it might be healthier for me to have a roommate, even though I have, in fact, taken over the entire room. Not that I am depressed. I am simply a girl, over 1,000 miles away from home, living in a massive tourist town. Wow, that sounds depressing. I need to go to a party.
Perhaps I will write again later, but for now,
Love Always,
Kait
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Dear Life...
Dear Life,
Why on earth do I always pick those who cannot seem to make up their minds? I'm speaking about men, of course. As if I actually need the additional stress of men when I have $30,000 in college loans. But really, is it too much to ask for to find a guy who has a solid stand? Don't answer that.
On a happier note, Holloween is in just a few days. If only I could get my friends to actually dress up, life would be awesome.
As a funny interlude, my business professor completely butchered the pronunciation of my name. The reason this is funny is because he is a born and bred American, and my name is Kait.
I looked over just now and noticed that I have dishes to wash. This shouldn't be a problem, really, except, well, I live in a dorm. Ever washed dishes in a bathroom sink? I think they need to invent disposable, microwave safe cups, plates, and bowls. Now wouldn't that just be fantastic? Bad for the environment maybe, but very good for my frustration levels.
Speaking of frustration levels, Life, perhaps you could do something about my family. My 90 year old great grandmother, bless her heart, checked herself out of the hospital against doctor's orders. Just wonderful. I adore her, I really do, but now her doctor refuses to make house calls. Talk about raising the blood pressure.
So darling, if you could just fix up these little issues, my doctor might not threaten to put me on hypertension medicine the next time I go to see him.
Love Always,
Kait
Why on earth do I always pick those who cannot seem to make up their minds? I'm speaking about men, of course. As if I actually need the additional stress of men when I have $30,000 in college loans. But really, is it too much to ask for to find a guy who has a solid stand? Don't answer that.
On a happier note, Holloween is in just a few days. If only I could get my friends to actually dress up, life would be awesome.
As a funny interlude, my business professor completely butchered the pronunciation of my name. The reason this is funny is because he is a born and bred American, and my name is Kait.
I looked over just now and noticed that I have dishes to wash. This shouldn't be a problem, really, except, well, I live in a dorm. Ever washed dishes in a bathroom sink? I think they need to invent disposable, microwave safe cups, plates, and bowls. Now wouldn't that just be fantastic? Bad for the environment maybe, but very good for my frustration levels.
Speaking of frustration levels, Life, perhaps you could do something about my family. My 90 year old great grandmother, bless her heart, checked herself out of the hospital against doctor's orders. Just wonderful. I adore her, I really do, but now her doctor refuses to make house calls. Talk about raising the blood pressure.
So darling, if you could just fix up these little issues, my doctor might not threaten to put me on hypertension medicine the next time I go to see him.
Love Always,
Kait
