The Typical, Not So Typical

Saturday, September 17, 2005

I am completely resigned to the fact that nobody will ever read this. So I guess it's more like a journal than anything. I could make things up to make it amusing and interest people in reading my blog, but then I'd just be pretending to have an interesting, amusing life, and that, would be even worse.

So here's an update. For my Records.

I don't want to make a big deal of this, but just saying so, is doing so. There is this guy. And I know he's interested in me, but he's not what I'm attracted to. He's not tall, broad, smart-mouthed, Sexy, mature, or career oriented. He's a salesperson. It's his job to make things sound appealing. You can't believe anything that comes out of a salesman's mouth.

But the part I guess I'm curious about is that he's black. The reason why I'm curious is because, and it's scientifically proven, black men have larger penises than white, hispanic, or asian men. I don't know if this is the case with this guy, but it might be.

I guess the reason why I'm not interested is because he didn't approach me the right way. He's not sly enough. He did it through text messaging. Pathetic, I know. It would have been nice if you would have been confident enough to talk to me, you know butter me up, then ask me out to like a movie or something, you know under false pretenses, getting to be my friend, then that way, he would have had a foot in the door for whenever he decided to make his move. But instead, I get text messaging.

On another note, I missed class all of last week. I was a lazy bum. I couldn't make myself get out of bed. So I am going to overly motivate myself. I have to, I absolutely have to put my best effort forth here. This is it. There aren't any more chances, there is no more room to say, "later, it will happen later, I will do it later." It doesn't get anymore serious than this. Why don't I get that? I can think it, I can say it, but I can't fully comprehend it. Why? I don't know, but I will pound it into myself if I have to because I don't want to be a failure. I don't want to be a salesperson. Not ever.

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]

<< Home