Again.

Why do I always want what I can't have?


He has a girlfriend.

Assumptions

I absolutely HATE it when your brain makes assumptions. When you think that you've got more time than you do. When you make a schedule based off that assumed time allotment and then you go to finish an assignment and you realize that your brain has messed up. ...crap...dumb...mistake...

*hit*
*head*
*keyboard*

I hate job hunting. The end.

So...I've never been that great with computers. I have a love-hate relationship with them. Mostly hate.

I figured it was just my natural tendency to be old-fashioned...(or lazy?)

I mean, I can type like nobody's business...78wpm thank you very much. And am very capable of multi-tasking (i.e. homework plus blog surfing)

But do I have a "working knowledge" (whatever that means) of Excel?
Publisher? (more important question: do I even know what publisher is/does?)
HTML?
WP9? (????)

nope.

Therefore I am obsolete and unqualified for any jobs that don't involve the dreaded cafeteria of the freshman...those days are over.

Oh except one:
I could be a cake froster.
Yep, I can do that.
I think.
oh wait. it's from midnight to THREE in the morning!*


*I think I'll pass on the walking-home-late-at-night-and-getting-attacked part. If only I had a nice gentleman to walk me home...ha...ha...
(And this just turned into a rant about boys..wow. It's official: I blame all my problems in life on men. It's just easier that way.)

Maybe I'm picky.
Not! I'm not picky!
I wanted to be a waitress! but no one will hire me because I'm not 21 yet! (stupid utah)

GAHHHHH.....

Choices

AGH! Will everyone stop asking me to dance open with them!? Sheesh.

Let's see there's Kirstie, Shawndeen, Chris, Jessica, Kimber, Beth, Tanya, Abby, and the girl that I can't remember the name of.

Good gravy! And now they're asking for me to dance Open Standard! Can they not see I've never done standard? Either there are no guys out in the selection pool, their blind as bats, or I'm "ridiculously good looking..." so they want to dance with me because of my body... yeah, scratch that last one.

Oy! I'm not complaining. I'm really rather grateful. Makes me feel good to know that I'm wanted by someone. I just feel terrible every time I tell another girl no. =S

To all you girls that want to dance with me: "I'm sorry! I'm taken!" : (

Whatever

*Daniel's right. *Elizabeth's right. *Clyde's right. *Rebecca's right. They're ALL right!

So what the heck is my problem!? Why can't I listen to people's advice!? "Out of the mouth of two or three..." Hello!? Why do we ask for people's advice if we don't even use it? Perhaps because we secretly wish that someone along the way will give us the advice we're looking to hear!

Απλά. Αγαπάω τιν φίλη μου. Γιατί δεν με δίνει αυτό που χρειάζομαι;

All I can clearly say is this: &%$#@!?!?, &%$#@!?!?, &%$#@!?!?, &%$#@!?!?

*Names have been changed.

"I cannot seem to operate and you my love are gone."

NOoooooooooooooooo
NO NO NO NO NO.

Warning: This is another one of those "ballroom never lets me do anything!" rants. Let me start out by saying I'm very grateful to be a member of the company and for the opportunities it gives me, BUT. Sometimes, I just hate midsemester tour.

I'm going to be out of town for Ingrid Michaelson AND Snow Patrol! Ingrid is probably one of my all-time favorite artists, and absolutely AMAZING in concert (right, Amanda?). And! Snow Patrol is performing ten minutes from where I live, and I have always wanted to see them live. And I shall be in Southern California falling behind in my classes and dancing myself crazy. Grrrrr! (Ok, ten days in So Cal is not much of a trial, BUT.)

All I have to say is Regina Spektor better be coming this year. And I'd better not be gone.

Meh!