I know its not just me. A lot of people say that they encounter more and more rude people each day. I am not just talking about blog anonymous commenters, or anything on the internet really. People that talk big on the net, and can't say things to your face are people I do not respect.
I can be a very mean person. Very mean. I don't take shit from people, and if someone is being rude to me I will do 1 of 3 things. Be absolutely sickeningly sweet to them, be rude back, or if its bad, then I'll tell them off. My Chemistry professor is very rude. In her "Get to know me" power point she mentioned that one of her downfalls is that she is moody. Being a bitch isn't moody. PMSing is moody, she's just a bitch.
Two weeks ago I found an apartment online that I liked. It was 2 blocks away from my current location, a detached small house behind a larger house, had a small yard, parking space, and I could have a dog. I liked the pictures online so I called the number to see if I could set up a walk through.
"Yeeee-ah?"
Moi: "Hi, I was calling about the house on X street that was on Craigslist, I was wondering if it is still available?"
I used my over the phone nice voice. I was a customer service rep for years, I have that voice down perfect.
"Yes"
Moi: "Oh, okay great, I wanted to see if you will have an open house or if I could schedule a time to come and check it out?"
Guy: "Let me ask about you. Do you have a job?"
Moi: "Yes"
Guy: "And what to you do?"
Moi: "I work for the government" I didn't elaborate because the guys tone was dickish.
Guy: "How many people will be living there?"
Moi: "Just myself"
Guy: "Have you driven by the location?"
Moi: "Yes"
Guy: "And when are you looking to move?"
Moi: "I haven't given notice, and I have to give 30 days, .."
Guy: interrupting me "Look Miss, I'm not going to hold the apartment for you"
Moi: "You know what, Forget it"
Then I hung up. His tone the whole time was demeaning and rude. It was like me calling the number he put on HIS ad to rent out the property was interrupting his Natural Light day drinking. Secondly, I don't need him to hold the apartment for me, I would have just given mid-month notice and rented out the new place for the beginning of the month.
This last weekend I was perusing OkCupid, I have been off it after the weird creep guy email. Letting out one exasperating sigh after another I found a guy that I thought seemed "Okay", maybe interesting conversation, not really my type, but whatever, most importantly, he seemed normal. Also, under the section "What you spend a lot of time thinking about" he said, specifically:
"How hard it must be to not reply with a polite 'Thank you for your message but I'm not interested.'"
So, I figured, if he wasn't interested, then he would write me that message, which I think is polite and to the point. So, I wrote a quick message and sent it off. Never heard back. Dude, if you are going to write that on your profile, maybe you actually do that. You fucking hypocrite. Its not even that he "rejected" me, its that I cannot stand when people complain about shit when they don't do whatever they are complaining about themselves!!
Sometimes I wonder why I spend so much time at home, then I go out and encounter rude people everywhere and remember. Maybe its a city thing, or a California thing. Manners need a revival.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
The Madness that is March
March is such a filler month. No federal holidays, thats the real bummer. Especially when you work for the feds and are used to having an extra day off every month since September. Nothing in March, there is also nothing in April, but I like April for the pretty pastels you see everywhere, plus Easter candy. The best candy of the year.
March is also when I'm supposed to find out about University. Besides being bored of the no challenge that school work has presented this semester, I have busied myself with DIY projects (see past boring posts) to keep my mind occupied. I know that the over looming school decisions are a big part of my recent project mojo.
As I left my apartment earlier to go to the gym I noticed my mail. No ads today, winning. Two white letters that were not generic advertisements. No pre-approved million dollar credit card offers. The lettering on the upper left of an envelope caught my eye. Its the mission style tower logo for San Diego State University. Here's my decline letter. Its like how bosses lay people off on a Friday, so they can get shit faced all weekend, here it was being Friday and all.
I grabbed the letter, it was too light to be an acceptance, I knew I wouldn't get into SDSU, people with 4.0's can't get in, and I don't have close to a 4.0. I've never been one to hold my breathe, or not be able to do something myself because I am afraid of the message I get back, if you know what I'm talking about. Like how you see in movies where people get so nervous that they can't open a letter or whatever themselves. That's not me.
I ripped that letter open, skimming for my options for re-application. It didn't say when I could reapply for 2013 Spring semester. I didn't understand this at all.
Dear Danielle,
Congratulations and welcome to the Class of 2014! You Have been admitted to San Diego State University for the fall 2012 semester in the Foods and Nutrition pre-major.
What?
Wait what? I got in. I GOT IN!
For some people you may think "Oh you got into a party school" this is true. Its not a top rated school, sure they have a damn good basketball team, but then again 1 in 3 students have an STD. That is a fact, BTW. The reason this is amazing is that California budget cuts are so bad right now that I can't even get into certain classes at my community college.
SDSU will generally take anyone, but they can only afford to take a select few now, well, a couple thousand among the 6-8 thousand students that apply. I figured with budget cuts, plus my GPA not being stellar like other students in the same major, I had no shot in hell. That's why I figured I would be moving to Long Beach this year.
I stood there, at the base of my steps in front of my letter box, elated. I don't feel elated much, its a great feeling. All my non stop hard work is finally being shown. All my little building blocks have actually built something. I immediately wanted to share my good news, but then defeat swept across me. Who was I going to call? My parents wouldn't care, I don't have a sig other, someone that may have cared I haven't been speaking to and vise versa, the guys at work? I could tell them on Monday.
I texted JS, he was happy for me. I know he expected that I would move to Long Beach as well. I'm very happy that I got into SDSU, this lifts a lot of stress off me. There is a stipulation, so I haven't counted all my chickens so-to-speak, but just getting in is a pretty good feeling for me. One that was entirely unexpected.
March is also when I'm supposed to find out about University. Besides being bored of the no challenge that school work has presented this semester, I have busied myself with DIY projects (see past boring posts) to keep my mind occupied. I know that the over looming school decisions are a big part of my recent project mojo.
As I left my apartment earlier to go to the gym I noticed my mail. No ads today, winning. Two white letters that were not generic advertisements. No pre-approved million dollar credit card offers. The lettering on the upper left of an envelope caught my eye. Its the mission style tower logo for San Diego State University. Here's my decline letter. Its like how bosses lay people off on a Friday, so they can get shit faced all weekend, here it was being Friday and all.
I grabbed the letter, it was too light to be an acceptance, I knew I wouldn't get into SDSU, people with 4.0's can't get in, and I don't have close to a 4.0. I've never been one to hold my breathe, or not be able to do something myself because I am afraid of the message I get back, if you know what I'm talking about. Like how you see in movies where people get so nervous that they can't open a letter or whatever themselves. That's not me.
I ripped that letter open, skimming for my options for re-application. It didn't say when I could reapply for 2013 Spring semester. I didn't understand this at all.
Dear Danielle,
Congratulations and welcome to the Class of 2014! You Have been admitted to San Diego State University for the fall 2012 semester in the Foods and Nutrition pre-major.
What?
Wait what? I got in. I GOT IN!
For some people you may think "Oh you got into a party school" this is true. Its not a top rated school, sure they have a damn good basketball team, but then again 1 in 3 students have an STD. That is a fact, BTW. The reason this is amazing is that California budget cuts are so bad right now that I can't even get into certain classes at my community college.
SDSU will generally take anyone, but they can only afford to take a select few now, well, a couple thousand among the 6-8 thousand students that apply. I figured with budget cuts, plus my GPA not being stellar like other students in the same major, I had no shot in hell. That's why I figured I would be moving to Long Beach this year.
I stood there, at the base of my steps in front of my letter box, elated. I don't feel elated much, its a great feeling. All my non stop hard work is finally being shown. All my little building blocks have actually built something. I immediately wanted to share my good news, but then defeat swept across me. Who was I going to call? My parents wouldn't care, I don't have a sig other, someone that may have cared I haven't been speaking to and vise versa, the guys at work? I could tell them on Monday.
I texted JS, he was happy for me. I know he expected that I would move to Long Beach as well. I'm very happy that I got into SDSU, this lifts a lot of stress off me. There is a stipulation, so I haven't counted all my chickens so-to-speak, but just getting in is a pretty good feeling for me. One that was entirely unexpected.
A Pinterest DIY
I have to admit I spend way too much time on Pinterest. Its now my "happy place" of the web. Facebook, bleh, Twitter, its okay, even the blog, well, its been "meh" lately.
Too many DIYs, too many lovely craft blogs to visit, its awesome! I found one DIY of how to keep a rug from slipping, and not by buying one of those stupid anti slip rug mats. First, they never work! At least they have never worked for me, and I have tried different ones with different rugs.
I have hardwood floors throughout my apartment and my bedroom rug is the mega culprit. Its always unexpected, when walking out of the bath, feeling all relaxed after a shower and I step on the rug to get to my dresser and slip across the room. There goes being all relaxed.
So a trick I found was to use caulking on the underside of the rug. Make strips of it about 6 inches apart. I didn't want to buy a caulking gun though, because I am cheap. There is really no other reason than cheapness. Hello, they are like $10. I can spend that on something more useful to myself. Luckily I found a tube dispensed one at Home Depot for $2.96, sah-weet.
Anti-slip mats for the size I have, 5x7 I think, cost about $15, I would say is average. I think they sell them at Ikea for $10, but I already have one that doesn't work. This was a $3 win-win for me. The rug was like $20, if that at Ikea, and no one is going to look at the underside anyway.
The tube said it takes only 2 hours to dry, but after checking 3 hours later it was still too squishy so I left it overnight and it was perfect.
Too many DIYs, too many lovely craft blogs to visit, its awesome! I found one DIY of how to keep a rug from slipping, and not by buying one of those stupid anti slip rug mats. First, they never work! At least they have never worked for me, and I have tried different ones with different rugs.
I have hardwood floors throughout my apartment and my bedroom rug is the mega culprit. Its always unexpected, when walking out of the bath, feeling all relaxed after a shower and I step on the rug to get to my dresser and slip across the room. There goes being all relaxed.
So a trick I found was to use caulking on the underside of the rug. Make strips of it about 6 inches apart. I didn't want to buy a caulking gun though, because I am cheap. There is really no other reason than cheapness. Hello, they are like $10. I can spend that on something more useful to myself. Luckily I found a tube dispensed one at Home Depot for $2.96, sah-weet.
Anti-slip mats for the size I have, 5x7 I think, cost about $15, I would say is average. I think they sell them at Ikea for $10, but I already have one that doesn't work. This was a $3 win-win for me. The rug was like $20, if that at Ikea, and no one is going to look at the underside anyway.
The tube said it takes only 2 hours to dry, but after checking 3 hours later it was still too squishy so I left it overnight and it was perfect.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Craft Project: February
I have been making more of an effort to complete my craft projects. Usually I get really excited about something, go overboard on buying supplies, then end up being out on the whole thing midway through. This is why half of my closet is filled with paints, fabric, scrapbooking supplies, canvases, jewelry yet to be made, etc.
However, all those supplies do come in handy when I am going to make something. In January I made a menu planning board, I didn't post about it here because, well, who cares. It actually took me about 3 hours to make, since I am my worst critic I wanted it perfect, with perfect stenciled letters that took forever to get right...
I like menu planning because it ties in with my new years goals to be more organized and budget better. I plan for 2 weeks in my planner and the board is weekly.
Well, my new project is making a rag doll. Actually I plan on making 2-3 dolls, one for my niece and 2 for my female cousins. I went to Goodwill today and found a 100% silk violet colored tank top for $2.99, some 100% cotton cream colored pillowcases, and a few other things to make clothes from. I'm really stoked about the silk though.
I hand washed almost everything today and now I am going to make some basic patterns.
Yes, I am this boring. Since I can't seem to meet anyone normal or normalish, this is what my posts have become. I've accepted it.
However, all those supplies do come in handy when I am going to make something. In January I made a menu planning board, I didn't post about it here because, well, who cares. It actually took me about 3 hours to make, since I am my worst critic I wanted it perfect, with perfect stenciled letters that took forever to get right...
I like menu planning because it ties in with my new years goals to be more organized and budget better. I plan for 2 weeks in my planner and the board is weekly.
Well, my new project is making a rag doll. Actually I plan on making 2-3 dolls, one for my niece and 2 for my female cousins. I went to Goodwill today and found a 100% silk violet colored tank top for $2.99, some 100% cotton cream colored pillowcases, and a few other things to make clothes from. I'm really stoked about the silk though.
I hand washed almost everything today and now I am going to make some basic patterns.
Yes, I am this boring. Since I can't seem to meet anyone normal or normalish, this is what my posts have become. I've accepted it.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Hibernate
My new theory is that any eligible man, or at least any man that I would find eligible is currently in a relationship. Settled in for the winter. Maybe to dissolve once spring does. Since almost everyday in San Diego is summer this doesn't entirely make sense, however it does get cold in the evening... if you call mid 40's cold that is.
Any guy I have opened conversation with in the last few months has proven worthless, and they have been somewhat creepy or weird. I have been crush-proof since... Fuck, I don't even know how long. Mr Rogers isn't even of interest, especially since he likes to slam all the doors in his apartment when he is home. That's an exaggeration, but he does slam his screen door everyday and its beyond annoying.
The last guy I talked to was a total weirdo. From OkCupid--BIG surprise! His profile I was kind of, shall we say, thoughtful about. It seems like he was into role playing games. Hey, if we're talking about playing doctor or maybe student/teacher in the bedroom, this is okay, but I think it was more of the card game variety. Snoozefest. We all have our things, so I figured I'd let it fly.
I knew things wouldn't progress because of a few things, but when he sent me a creepy limerick, I was like "What the holy fuck." I responded to his message anyway, completely ignoring it. I figured this would be a great entry for my list of first dates, so I had to keep going. Then when we talked about art, (I collect low brow art), he told me that he "isn't an art person, but is into premodern material culture", then went on to say that he likes "medieval jewelry with grappling beasts and hidden runes" you know, classy shit like that.
Needless to say I decided instead of just never replying to another email, I would tell him we are not a good match. I messaged him this morning and I am so glad that he didn't respond asking why.
Part of me really wanted to go through with that date just for the story. It would never lead to anything, this I know, but it probably would have been one of the most cringeworthy dates I've been on. A good tale when sitting around the fire pit at some fabulous nightclub with double vodka sodas.
Edit: 2 hours into the future of writing this post the guy messaged me back, "Bummer, can I ask why?" short answer: No.
Any guy I have opened conversation with in the last few months has proven worthless, and they have been somewhat creepy or weird. I have been crush-proof since... Fuck, I don't even know how long. Mr Rogers isn't even of interest, especially since he likes to slam all the doors in his apartment when he is home. That's an exaggeration, but he does slam his screen door everyday and its beyond annoying.
The last guy I talked to was a total weirdo. From OkCupid--BIG surprise! His profile I was kind of, shall we say, thoughtful about. It seems like he was into role playing games. Hey, if we're talking about playing doctor or maybe student/teacher in the bedroom, this is okay, but I think it was more of the card game variety. Snoozefest. We all have our things, so I figured I'd let it fly.
I knew things wouldn't progress because of a few things, but when he sent me a creepy limerick, I was like "What the holy fuck." I responded to his message anyway, completely ignoring it. I figured this would be a great entry for my list of first dates, so I had to keep going. Then when we talked about art, (I collect low brow art), he told me that he "isn't an art person, but is into premodern material culture", then went on to say that he likes "medieval jewelry with grappling beasts and hidden runes" you know, classy shit like that.
Needless to say I decided instead of just never replying to another email, I would tell him we are not a good match. I messaged him this morning and I am so glad that he didn't respond asking why.
Part of me really wanted to go through with that date just for the story. It would never lead to anything, this I know, but it probably would have been one of the most cringeworthy dates I've been on. A good tale when sitting around the fire pit at some fabulous nightclub with double vodka sodas.
Edit: 2 hours into the future of writing this post the guy messaged me back, "Bummer, can I ask why?" short answer: No.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Perpetual
"So who will you be dressing up all sexy in a candy cane skirt for tomorrow?"
I turned my head, slowly, for a dramatic interpretation of complete disgust "Ummm, no one, first of all, a candy cane skirt? Its Valentines day tomorrow, NOT christmas, i would totally work pink and leopard print lingerie, duh! Get it right!"
Spider: "Hahhahaha, sorry, my bad!"
Moi: "No, but seriously, no one... Come on now, I think your aware of my dating disaster lifestyle. What did you get for your girlfriend?"
Spider: "Man, nothing, shit, okay nothing yet. She wants me to make her dinner, but I have no idea what to get her"
Moi: "Way to play it last minute dude"
In a weird way I enjoy seeing guys scramble around Target or the mall searching for gifts for their sig other. I think its the frantic look on their faces. I usually get pretty down on Valentines day, but I'm in a great fucking mood today. Even though I'm sitting alone in my cold, and slightly dark apartment, I don't care.
Spider wanted to hear some of my "Greatest's Hits" of bad dates, so I told him about First Date #28, and his little anger problem. Then recounted some of the other guys I have talked with online in attempts to make connections that never amounted to an actual date. I can laugh about it now, but it doesn't make it less frustrating, which is what I told him.
Spider: "Your just dating the wrong guys"
Moi: "Oh, I dated a good guy. It took me 5 years of dating to find him, then he broke up with me on Christmas day, so how good was he really? I'm just kind of over the whole dating scene. I still talk to guys, I'm just not as invested"
Spider: "You don't want to date anymore?"
Moi: "I find men disgusting lately"
Spider: "So your going to find a girl then?"
Moi: "No, nothing like that, its just I've been watching a lot of movies that have rapes in them and I keep getting grossed out by guys"
Spider: "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? Fucking watching rape-y movies! Your crazy!"
Moi: "Its not like I picked up the movie and said 'oh this has a rape in it, PERFECT!', they are good movies, and had rapes in them, I didn't know about it"
We talked about the movies, Trust, and The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. Trust is good, but awful to watch. Dragon Tattoo is pretty badass and I highly recommend the American version. I think it is way better that the Swedish version, and yes, I watched both.
Spider: "I kinda wish I was single"
Moi: "What?, Why?"
Spider: "I just, I just never got that time for me, I've always been in relationships"
Moi: "Hmm, so are you doubting the relationship you have now?"
Spider: "Not really. I mean no, I don't doubt our relationship, I just wish I had my single time, and not because I want to fuck a lot of girls, but because I don't know what its like to really date"
Moi: "We are the complete opposite, you are the perpetual relationship guy and I am the perpetual single girl. Being single is fun. I get to do what I want, whenever I want to do it. I can randomly fuck guys if I wanted to, and different guys every night if I was that kind of girl. I can spend my money how I want, I never have to tell anyone what I'm doing or where I'm going. Even dating can be fun, after your first couple of dates. When you get into double digits of first dates it starts to become less fun. When you get to a point where it seems that your wasting your time, its not fun at all. I don't know if I will ever find someone, and the search is completely frustrating"
Spider: "Man, why do you say that, you will find someone, you just haven't found the right guy."
Moi: "Perhaps"
I was surprised that he said that. That he wants to be single. He made it clear that he loves his girlfriend, but is sad that he missed out on his "single years", like it was a thing of the past, and now that he is older he is supposed to be in a committed relationship. Maybe that is the case for him, that it is something of the past. Similar to how I wish I had gone to college right after high school. Who knows.
I'm happy with being me right now. No labels of "single" or "in a relationship" needed.
I turned my head, slowly, for a dramatic interpretation of complete disgust "Ummm, no one, first of all, a candy cane skirt? Its Valentines day tomorrow, NOT christmas, i would totally work pink and leopard print lingerie, duh! Get it right!"
Spider: "Hahhahaha, sorry, my bad!"
Moi: "No, but seriously, no one... Come on now, I think your aware of my dating disaster lifestyle. What did you get for your girlfriend?"
Spider: "Man, nothing, shit, okay nothing yet. She wants me to make her dinner, but I have no idea what to get her"
Moi: "Way to play it last minute dude"
In a weird way I enjoy seeing guys scramble around Target or the mall searching for gifts for their sig other. I think its the frantic look on their faces. I usually get pretty down on Valentines day, but I'm in a great fucking mood today. Even though I'm sitting alone in my cold, and slightly dark apartment, I don't care.
Spider wanted to hear some of my "Greatest's Hits" of bad dates, so I told him about First Date #28, and his little anger problem. Then recounted some of the other guys I have talked with online in attempts to make connections that never amounted to an actual date. I can laugh about it now, but it doesn't make it less frustrating, which is what I told him.
Spider: "Your just dating the wrong guys"
Moi: "Oh, I dated a good guy. It took me 5 years of dating to find him, then he broke up with me on Christmas day, so how good was he really? I'm just kind of over the whole dating scene. I still talk to guys, I'm just not as invested"
Spider: "You don't want to date anymore?"
Moi: "I find men disgusting lately"
Spider: "So your going to find a girl then?"
Moi: "No, nothing like that, its just I've been watching a lot of movies that have rapes in them and I keep getting grossed out by guys"
Spider: "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? Fucking watching rape-y movies! Your crazy!"
Moi: "Its not like I picked up the movie and said 'oh this has a rape in it, PERFECT!', they are good movies, and had rapes in them, I didn't know about it"
We talked about the movies, Trust, and The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. Trust is good, but awful to watch. Dragon Tattoo is pretty badass and I highly recommend the American version. I think it is way better that the Swedish version, and yes, I watched both.
Spider: "I kinda wish I was single"
Moi: "What?, Why?"
Spider: "I just, I just never got that time for me, I've always been in relationships"
Moi: "Hmm, so are you doubting the relationship you have now?"
Spider: "Not really. I mean no, I don't doubt our relationship, I just wish I had my single time, and not because I want to fuck a lot of girls, but because I don't know what its like to really date"
Moi: "We are the complete opposite, you are the perpetual relationship guy and I am the perpetual single girl. Being single is fun. I get to do what I want, whenever I want to do it. I can randomly fuck guys if I wanted to, and different guys every night if I was that kind of girl. I can spend my money how I want, I never have to tell anyone what I'm doing or where I'm going. Even dating can be fun, after your first couple of dates. When you get into double digits of first dates it starts to become less fun. When you get to a point where it seems that your wasting your time, its not fun at all. I don't know if I will ever find someone, and the search is completely frustrating"
Spider: "Man, why do you say that, you will find someone, you just haven't found the right guy."
Moi: "Perhaps"
I was surprised that he said that. That he wants to be single. He made it clear that he loves his girlfriend, but is sad that he missed out on his "single years", like it was a thing of the past, and now that he is older he is supposed to be in a committed relationship. Maybe that is the case for him, that it is something of the past. Similar to how I wish I had gone to college right after high school. Who knows.
I'm happy with being me right now. No labels of "single" or "in a relationship" needed.
Monday, February 6, 2012
"It Seems Like Fate..."
I don't want to believe in fate. I throw the word around in whimsy when I blog sometimes, but in reality, I don't think that there is some kind of plan for me. I make my own choices, there is no league of gentlemen that have mapped my future, no Milo Rambaldi that prophesied my destiny.
I believe more in chance. People who fall madly in love like to use the word "fate" or "destiny". "We were destine to meet!", or "It was fate that she happened to be there at that exact moment" not likely. I hold no opinion for people who believe that, its just that I am a woman of science, not a woman of faith.
Whew, thats 2 JJ Abrams references in 2 paragraphs already, I'm on a nerd roll.
Last week I got a call from Flex asking if I got the email from CSU Long Beach that stated he had made it to the second round of the application process. The email had attachments, they were asking for supplemental information. I haven't received that email.
Moi: "Well, I guess my decline letter is in the post"
Flex: "Oh, don't say that, I just got this letter"
Moi: "What's the time stamp?"
Flex: "Uhh,... Midnight"
It was 6PM. My last name is before his alphabetically. At the end of last year, I was sure I would be moving to Long Beach in the summer to start school. It was just a gut feeling. Now, I don't think I will be moving at all this year, and I don't care anymore. I am so frustrated that I have to take classes that I have essentially already taken. Flex and I talked about that for a while.
Moi: "I just, I just don't care. This is too frustrating, I don't want to do this, I've been going to school for so long now that it doesn't make sense why I am still going, I don't think its right to have 2 completely different curriculum requirements for the same major"
Flex: "I know, but its just this semester, and who cares how long it takes as long as it gets done, right?"
Moi: "I care."
Flex: "Yeah, but you need to keep going, keep at it, you'll get there. I don't care how long it takes me to finish as long as I finish, you know? I feel like I should say something more to comfort you or make you feel better, I just don't know what."
Moi: "I appreciate that, and of course I will finish, I just don't want it to take so long because of bureaucratic bullshit"
Flex: "Yea that's true, but I think this was all for a reason. I mean, it was fate that we met the way we did. It wasn't just chance, I mean what are the odds in a city of this size? I think we were meant to be in each others lives"
What did that have anything to do with anything I was talking about? People meet in school all the time. I don't think there is any kind of fate or destiny for Flex and I. Maybe for friendship, but I know other people in the same nutrition/fitness/science/medicine realm that are having a hard time getting into school as well. Granted he is the only other nutrition major I communicate and plan with. I think it was just coincidence.
Its not like I knew him when I walked into Biochemistry class. I heard him say he was in the same online class as me, and I responded that I was in the class and if he wanted to study together to let me know. Okay, honestly I said "Hey, if you want to get together and cheat, let me know!... Or uhhh work together..." across a slowly filling classroom. I have no filter.
I'm just tired of going to school. If I was learning something new and interesting I know I would have more spirit. Flex has been nice about it and tries to lift my spirits. Its nice of him to do, he always cares. Which makes me believe that when he told me that he was attracted to me before, that it wasn't so much of a drunken stupor.
Regardless of that, there is no destiny or fate entwined for us. There is, however, 14 weeks left of school.
I believe more in chance. People who fall madly in love like to use the word "fate" or "destiny". "We were destine to meet!", or "It was fate that she happened to be there at that exact moment" not likely. I hold no opinion for people who believe that, its just that I am a woman of science, not a woman of faith.
Whew, thats 2 JJ Abrams references in 2 paragraphs already, I'm on a nerd roll.
Last week I got a call from Flex asking if I got the email from CSU Long Beach that stated he had made it to the second round of the application process. The email had attachments, they were asking for supplemental information. I haven't received that email.
Moi: "Well, I guess my decline letter is in the post"
Flex: "Oh, don't say that, I just got this letter"
Moi: "What's the time stamp?"
Flex: "Uhh,... Midnight"
It was 6PM. My last name is before his alphabetically. At the end of last year, I was sure I would be moving to Long Beach in the summer to start school. It was just a gut feeling. Now, I don't think I will be moving at all this year, and I don't care anymore. I am so frustrated that I have to take classes that I have essentially already taken. Flex and I talked about that for a while.
Moi: "I just, I just don't care. This is too frustrating, I don't want to do this, I've been going to school for so long now that it doesn't make sense why I am still going, I don't think its right to have 2 completely different curriculum requirements for the same major"
Flex: "I know, but its just this semester, and who cares how long it takes as long as it gets done, right?"
Moi: "I care."
Flex: "Yeah, but you need to keep going, keep at it, you'll get there. I don't care how long it takes me to finish as long as I finish, you know? I feel like I should say something more to comfort you or make you feel better, I just don't know what."
Moi: "I appreciate that, and of course I will finish, I just don't want it to take so long because of bureaucratic bullshit"
Flex: "Yea that's true, but I think this was all for a reason. I mean, it was fate that we met the way we did. It wasn't just chance, I mean what are the odds in a city of this size? I think we were meant to be in each others lives"
What did that have anything to do with anything I was talking about? People meet in school all the time. I don't think there is any kind of fate or destiny for Flex and I. Maybe for friendship, but I know other people in the same nutrition/fitness/science/medicine realm that are having a hard time getting into school as well. Granted he is the only other nutrition major I communicate and plan with. I think it was just coincidence.
Its not like I knew him when I walked into Biochemistry class. I heard him say he was in the same online class as me, and I responded that I was in the class and if he wanted to study together to let me know. Okay, honestly I said "Hey, if you want to get together and cheat, let me know!... Or uhhh work together..." across a slowly filling classroom. I have no filter.
I'm just tired of going to school. If I was learning something new and interesting I know I would have more spirit. Flex has been nice about it and tries to lift my spirits. Its nice of him to do, he always cares. Which makes me believe that when he told me that he was attracted to me before, that it wasn't so much of a drunken stupor.
Regardless of that, there is no destiny or fate entwined for us. There is, however, 14 weeks left of school.
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