Thursday, May 17, 2007
Shit...
....I really need to get on the grind. I've been running around all day, trying to get shit done and it just feels like I moved around a lot and didn't really accomplish anything It's crazy. But the job I have that I thought was going to be a little part-time work is really shaping up to be...well..work. No complaints but I've never really been that disciplined and now I have to be. I really have to get down to it. I'm ready though. I really am.
So There's This...
...chick who has a thing for me. I've known for forever that she's liked me. Hell she's been pursuing me like a dude would since we met. And the fact that she likes me isn't really that big a deal. I've had chicks hit on me in the past. The problem with her is I don't think she's accepted the fact that I'm just not into chicks.
I mean when we've hung out or talked on the phone I'm always talking about sex, boys...sex with boys, so I'm not sure what she's missing. Personally I think she thinks she can somehow change my mind. That kind of cracks me up. Anyone who knows me knows what I like. There's very little doubt about where my interests lie.
Chicky is definitely acting on wishful thinking. I mean, she is seriously paddling up that river in Africa if she thinks there is any chance in hell that she could ever end up in my bed. LOL. I'm not trying to be mean but sometimes I feel like she's just ignoring the obvious and continuing on like I might, one day, be interested. Or to be blunt: Turn me out. Sigh.
I don't have a problem being friends. She just needs to tone it down a bit. I don't think she's officially "out of the closet," so I can't really say anything to her about it. But if I could, I'd be rather blunt about it. I'd say:
"You know, as cool as you are, I'm not interested. Or to put it another way, I like my penises to come already attached."
I don't think I can be any clearer than that.
I mean when we've hung out or talked on the phone I'm always talking about sex, boys...sex with boys, so I'm not sure what she's missing. Personally I think she thinks she can somehow change my mind. That kind of cracks me up. Anyone who knows me knows what I like. There's very little doubt about where my interests lie.
Chicky is definitely acting on wishful thinking. I mean, she is seriously paddling up that river in Africa if she thinks there is any chance in hell that she could ever end up in my bed. LOL. I'm not trying to be mean but sometimes I feel like she's just ignoring the obvious and continuing on like I might, one day, be interested. Or to be blunt: Turn me out. Sigh.
I don't have a problem being friends. She just needs to tone it down a bit. I don't think she's officially "out of the closet," so I can't really say anything to her about it. But if I could, I'd be rather blunt about it. I'd say:
"You know, as cool as you are, I'm not interested. Or to put it another way, I like my penises to come already attached."
I don't think I can be any clearer than that.
My New Job...
...is no joke. They want a minimum of 50 articles a month from you. Jeez. I was aiming for 80 but to know there's a min. and it's 50 is crazy. I was looking to get a part-time job on campus but when I was thinking about it, I could just spend my summer writing. That would give me the flexibility of schedule to do as I please and I wouldn't have to be on someone's clock.
I mean, I say that's what my goal is, so I might as well test drive it now and see if I have the discipline (or can learn the discipline) to pull it off. Plus I have to get back on the grind with my Thesis. I've been slacking with that and that has to be completed by the end of the summer. No excuses, exceptions or anything else.
Let the Games (and Hard Work) Begin.
I mean, I say that's what my goal is, so I might as well test drive it now and see if I have the discipline (or can learn the discipline) to pull it off. Plus I have to get back on the grind with my Thesis. I've been slacking with that and that has to be completed by the end of the summer. No excuses, exceptions or anything else.
Let the Games (and Hard Work) Begin.
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