And So It Begins...

So the new college year has started and Im already starting to get whiplash. I havent seen so many hotties since...well, last term. Im currently in one of the computer commons, sitting 2 spots down from another sizzler, small, petite frame, big puffy lips, wearing a loose fit skirt, the ones youd see at the bar that flip up to show off the ass. Yeah, shes hot. What am I going to do about it? probably nothing. Yup, look at me go. I have an hour until my class, so I thought Id come in and bugger around online for a while. I do this way too often. Thats one good thing about the college, whatever mindset I have about M'Lady, I'll have a much easier time not thinking about it while Im trying to think up ways to hit on the countless gorgeous women I see here at the college. This place is like concentrated tapability. Not to say ALL women here are like that, Ive seen a few who could probably literally make babies cry on sight, and who get wedged in vehicles they're so fat. Those I could live without seeing. Especially at the bar trying to get picked up. *shudder* So I have shallow moments, sue me. So while trying to not creep out women by stealing 1...2...3...ok about 50 glances (they're REALLY hot!), I try to occupy my mind with passing everything this semester. Oh, and I try not to hate myself when that girl 2 seats down? just got surrounded by 3 guys...and it looks like her boyfriend. Dammit. oh well, next seat down? nope....across the row. hehe. oh yes. They're EVERYWHERE! Back to occupying my mind. Seeing as the main topic today seems to be girls, I'll take off on that tangent. So many women I know, and so many...Im a friend. For instance, there are a couple girls at the coffee shop in one of the malls here, and as creepy as that sounds, it really isnt, I used to work in the call center next door to them, so I saw them all the time for food and coffee, and one of them I went to elementary school with. We'll call the old friend "Michelle" and the new one "Renee". Michelle has had a rough few months, in the last 3 months, 4 of her friends have died in car crashes. I really feel bad for her, because theres no easy way to cope with that. So I offer up as many hugs as she wants. Renee on the other hand, is 22, flirts like the devil, and is MARRIED. Dammit all. Her and I talk and flirt like we might be dating, but she's married, theres no chance. heh. Maybe thats why she flirts, cuz she knows shes safe. There seems to be an abundance of women in the local surrounding area who well, hate me. Or at least wont give me the time of day to be the charming witty young man I really am. *feel my sarcasm* Really, it seems to just be this area. I talk to girls in edmonton, vancouver, saskatchewan, anywhere ELSE, really, and they all think Im hilarious, fun, nice, charming, hot, etc. Maybe its just cuz they havent met me.... :P


Ok I dont feel like writing about women its just not flowing to me enough. Maybe I'll bitch about school. I have this double class clash on thursdays (today) and I have to get it worked out, however the guy who promised me the result is an egotistical pot head who cant finish a sentence to save his life. I failed his class last semester due to sleeping and not showing up. mostly because I couldnt understand him anyways. I swear to god, I heard this as a sentence out of him while teaching -> "And then you click .........*10 second pause*....palette........*pause*.....this tool......*pause*......millions of colors are non existant in this layer". I mean yeah, if you want to fight with logic you can make sense out of it, but who wants to work that hard to learn? Psh. What makes it worse is that its not just teaching, and even when it is, his physical actions dont match what he's saying! He'll be telling you to click on a palette and he'll be clicking on crop or some shit like that. And he promised me this damn class would be sorted out like, 5 months ago, I hounded him for 2 months. still isnt done. lazy fucking pothead. Oh shit, Im going to run out of time before I have class. And I dont type slow, a friend came over and talked to me for 15 minutes in the middle of this. Anywho, Good day, and fuck you.