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I read books because I like to learn about people. I like to hear what they're thinking and feeling and imagine their reactions to certain situations. It makes me feel more connected to everyone and like I can do something with what I'm learning.
Which is exactly why I'm still extremely sure about my decision to become a counselor.
Caitlin likes to get mad at me because I don't have guts to go for guys.
Which is completely true. I live by the mindset that until someone says they like me, they don't. And if I don't ever say I like someone then I don't like them. But whatever. I still love her for trying to make me go for it.
Let's be real though. It's not like I would turn down the opportunity if it presented itself.
These guys.
They're just too cute.
They got mad when I said when I was making dinner and made me stop so they could take me out. And they were going to take me to Rita's but it was closed (sidenote: everything here closes earlier than it should). They told me if I ever brought a boy back they were going to interview him. And then we sat and watched the rest of the Heat/Celtics game and the Kings/Devils game.
I love it.
I am tired.
Just went home for the weekend and almost successfully avoided the internet completely. Also avoided seeing anyone I knew at Meijer. It was just a good weekend.
But I'm glad to be back for a few days. To make my own food and sit around and whatever else I don't do. Because you know, I have such an exciting life here at school this summer.
But I'm attempting to make mac 'n cheese and chicken tenders tomorrow for 502. Should be fun :)
I just spent two hours in their apartment after sewing a button back onto some pants.
These guys are going to make my summer.
Those guys make me laugh. Even when it's Tim getting annoyed by answering the phone for his girlfriend and them making fun of him for it. Or sitting on reddit and looking at pictures of cats. Or talking about conspiracy theories and secret control over things. The entire time they were here I was interested in something.
I'll admit that at certain points it was the guys themselves, but that's besides the point.
It's a good thing no one can find this, but I guess that was the point in the first place. I have a lot of things to say. I am a person full of opinions and emotions and hopes and dreams, not only for myself but for my friends and family and the future. But I don't have anywhere to let all of this out. When I'm around people I usually just sit and listen and I enjoy hearing their conversation, the back and forth banter. I learn things about friends and strangers and I get to sit and think to myself without harm. But I don't say much, I keep to myself, and eventually everything bottles itself up. Not even stressful stuff. I'm not stressed at all right now. What's bottled up is my anxiety and excitement and just everything else.
The guys down the hall are really funny and cute. They came in here earlier and just sat in my living room on my laptop watching videos of big wheels and parkour and whatnot. And I just sat here, giving myself a pedi, listening to them talk. It was honestly really great. I'm so glad they're here for the summer, I think it's going to make my time here much more entertaining.
But this also brings me to another point. I've figured out I don't like Mark. And I don't really know why. There just is something missing, something that I don't see. It's something I see in other guys and not him. Which still makes me feel like a bitch and I feel awful in all sense of the word but I know I need to tell him. I will within the next couple of days. It makes it worse when you have bad news and someone's already having a rough day.
And I'm going home this weekend. My family thinks I'll be home Saturday but I should be home Friday sometime so that'll be a nice surprise. I just couldn't miss my brother's open house. I even am going to write him a nice little card that he'll hate because there's nothing in it but eventually he'll like it.
Time to stay up late and watch Star Trek by myself. I wish I had someone to cuddle with while watching it. Guess I've got all summer to work on it :)
I hate my body and I hate when people lock themselves out so I have to leave the gym to let them in.
