I am truly sorry that I was so abrupt but I had two midterms and my patience was very short.
So much has happened gosh were do I begin? Hell, right now I am in my art history class. Yes, I’ve picked up a new minor, Art! I hate this class though. The teacher is an idiot and this is my worse class. Yuck.
Boy wise, well now that’s a good one. I some how have picked up P. I really don’t know how. Last semester he was dating this really pretty girl. He was great and funny so I thought gosh just one night. Like with D. Well, he broke up with W. and he came over one night, I don’t even know why, I guess to see S and M and then he kissed me and stayed the night on my couch. The point is, it was okay. He is a nice guy but that is where it ends. He comes over last Saturday and I was pretty buzzed and we are first goofing around and stuff. You know how I get when I am buzzed. Anyway he tells me that his sister’s apartment is empty. Yeah, thanks, for telling me, what do I care? Anyway, he rides me around on his motorcycle which is awesome, and I tell him. Get this, I tell him that I am not ready to sleep with him. He tells me he has never asked me to sleep with him. Ha, yeah, that’s why you have been pressuring me. Can you believe it? Anyway, he is coming over next Wednesday. I forgot to tell him I have class until 10:00 pm, so I probably won’t see him.
Gosh, I just got back my art test, I won’t tell the score for fear this manuscript falls into enemy hands so let’s just say I need to study for the next one.
But P. isn’t my only man problem. G. is killing me. I thought he liked me. Now I know it isn’t true. He is, first, a big flirt. But now I think I like him. Whenever I am at a party I basically throw myself at him. Which is so typical of me. But last party J. was getting pretty friendly. Of course, what I should realize is that he was drunk and had beer goggles.
I have been dreaming about S. dreaming that I am without him. I think I have reached that period where a boyfriend doesn’t sound so bad. Do you remember last time I felt like this? An awesome night on a veranda with a full moon. The night was warm and breezy, goosebumps crawling up my arms thinking about you. I was 13 years old and I was wishing that you really existed. I was afraid I would never find a boy. Seven years doesn’t even seem that long ago.
C. and I, well we are okay but she does get on my nerves. I don’t understand why I always hang-out with the same people. Although, I have noticed that all my new friends are nothing like L. or C. which is good.
Nostradamus has predicted a third world war that will last for twenty-seven years starting in the years 1993-1997. I don’t believe it. Well, my logical mind doesn’t but thinking about such horrors makes me happy for the way that I live now. It also really makes me want to live in the past. No excitement, nothing I don’t know about, no smog, or destruction, no depletion of ozone, no extinction of wild life.
I am not excited about the future. I am excited over the prospect of my children.
I also had another dream that I left school to have a baby, God forbid. I realize I am so unable to care for a child right now. I want to travel.
Fare thee Well,