What do I have to do?

All right. What do I have to do to get a little bit of action from a college-aged guy? It shouldn't be much, right? I should just be able to say, "Hey, do you want to go out and get a drink?" Right?

Wrong.

Apparently, I'm going to have to spread my legs wide open, bare my flat-chest, and be a drunk to get a guy to notice me.

Ugh. I hate being this nice girl all the time who comes across as the girl-next-door. I'm sick of it. I just want to date a guy.

Is this too much to ask?

Chris's Amendment to Life Lesson #2

Shaking my head

Yes, I am not proud to say that I may need the chicken rule finally for myself in this god-forsaken place.

Guys...why??? I'm a nice person. I don't deserve this (or maybe I do?). I dunno. But, I meet a nice one of you and then you lure me in like a trout in one of Minnesota's 10,000 lakes or some crap, and then I'm wicked hooked.

I don't need this distraction in my life right now. But I can't stop thinking about someone and it is killing me. I have this proposal due for practicum tomorrow at noon -- and what do I have to show for it? Yea, nada.

All I can think about is..."Oh, when will I see him again?" or, "I wonder if he thinks the same about me..."

Yes, I have it bad. Well, it's been awhile since I've crushed this bad. And we all know how that turned out -- Ohio, unreturned phone calls, and a broken heart.

Alas, I'm back in the game...I think.

Internet...Finally

I am finally connected to the internet again. Thank you Verizon DSL.

If you need to contact me:

AIM: RILLO07
Yahoo! Messenger: (always fun with the audible emoticons) brewcrew26

As always...No drunk IM-ing kidses...Not cool. Take my word on that.

Friends With Benefits

All right, I don't get how people do this -- the whole making out with friends and then still maintaining some sort of platonicness. Maybe you have to have a certain gene to do it. But, I just can't. There's a part of me that wishes I could just have one of those no strings attached sorts of relationships. But then, there's the other, the way-too-moral part of me, that screams out at me, "Chris, don't be a slut."

I see other people around me, not necessarily just here in Boston, but also back home and at UWM, who could just make-out with guys randomly at parties during undergrad or whatever. And then never see or talk to those people in that same way again, or go back to being just friends. It's like it seems like it is something or a normal thing with college-aged kids. I guess I just never have had a normal college experience, and/or have allowed myself to have a "normal" college experience.

That possibly could be aquated to me being a prude. But, I hate to call myself a prude when I really don't think I am. It's like there's things that I would do...sure. There's things that I have done...sure. I dunno. I guess there's a difference between being a prude and just being picky. Maybe I'm just too picky. That could certainly be it.

But, how can one really be picky when one doesn't know what they want? I don't know what I want even. I guess that could be it, too. But then, wouldn't the making out with every guy be a good solution then? Yea, still can't do it when I think about it that way.

How do people do it? How can they wake up the next day and still be able to be cool with what they did? It's like there were things when I was in a relationship that I had so many problems dealing with the next day, let alone if I wasn't in a relationship, y'know?

Honestly, this is why I strongly standby the theory of Post-It notes...

My Roomie's Blog Suggestion

So, I have been told to write a blog entry about what else...Boobs. I don't know why and honestly I don't think I can write enough about my boobs or other people's boobs to make enough of an entry. I suppose I could make an effort to really write about one's boobs, but why? Alas, to the disppointment of my roommate, I cannot write an entire entry about someone's boobs.

I deeply apologize...

Emerson's New Class

Yea, not looking promising for the prospects this year....again. It's like, we're a performing arts school and everything. Why can't we say, "Send a head shot with your application"? Or, is that like not legal or something? Hmm...

The new class is small (25) and mainly print kidses. So, really I won't see any of them ever again probably. Hopefully, I didn't damage them too much. And honestly, I didn't get any of them run over by cars on the tour around campus. So, point to me for that.

Alas, I'm going to be waiting to meet that special someone when I'm going for my PhD. Whoever said that I would meet my future husband in graduate school was on crack. And really, not high quality crack either. So, so sad.

Back to School...Grade 18

I think I'm in the equivalent of 18th grade this year, right? Yea, I'm getting so old that I don't even know what year of school I'm in any more.

Yes, but today was "back to school" day for me. Not officially, but unofficially. Had to AD another round of "Capitol Perspectives with Ted Kennedy." Yes, that was so rousing. Filled out some employment forms so I can get paid for my Emerson services in the BJ and Athletic departments this year. Yea, what's this deal about me not having work study all about?? I have to wait to find out 'till November to see if I have an award? What is that? I only have a semester left after November-ish. Yea, the good that does me.

It is so amusing waiting for T in this madness. Why? Because BU kids can't walk the two blocks it takes for them to go to class.

Lazy bums.

Anywhooo, otherwise...we have a new phone. Finally. Still no internet so I'm bumming internet off the roommate till I set something up of my own. I suppose I should just get one of those wireless card things, but that is going to have to wait for a bit.

What else?

Have a I mentioned how much I hate my life and paying bills? Yea...money sucks. If there is some way you can get out paying bills, or just becoming a grown-up, I highly recommend taking that route instead.

Otherwise, you end up in grade 18, broke, and working a zillion jobs and still about to become bankrupt. And people wonder why I need a therapist...

Chris's Life Lesson #2

Lesson #2
When you are horny (and or randy), eat some type of chicken to alleviate any of the aforementioned horniness (and or randiness).

Why do I never need this rule? Have I been out of the game that long? I think I must be getting old or something, because honestly, I'm not even to my sexual peak or anything and I have no inclination to hook up with some guy and just make out or whatnot.

Hmm...Maybe I need some hormonal replacement treatment or something. Or really, yea, I don't have anything else.

Long Lost What?

So, how do I put this in a PC sort of way without naming names and totally cornering somebody? Has anyone ever seen someone who they haven't seen in a very long time and been like, "Damn, time has not been kind to you?"

It's like I didn't tell them that, it was more of an internal monologue. But, it's like, wow. People change and stuff, y'know? It's like I wonder if people think that about me. Not that I've changed physically all that much, but really...It's like have I physically let myself go and people just don't talk to me about it?

Anyways, wow. Time does funny things to people...

Back in Beantown

Made it back to the craziness of Boston. Fell asleep for most of the flight. I woke up in my seat to someone (not quite sure who) throwing a cinnamon raisin granola bar at my head. It may have actually been the stewardesses (or I guess flight attendants to be PC).

Yea, so it's finally summer here. Got in to Logan to 85-degree weather and a diversion from the Airport T stop to Maverick station. Yes, that was fun lugging my bags. I finally started swearing like a Dutch sailor in my stairwell when I got home. It's bad when the new roommie's first impression of me is, "I hate this {bleeping} city. And how are you doing?"

But, yes...It is good to be back in Boston. Although I am slightly under the weather and in desperate need of some Dayquil. I feel very congested and clogged. My ears are in a tunnel. So, if I yell -- It's because seriously I can't hear you at the moment.

Anywhoooo...