oh boy...

"When did my life become a...a tapestry of men? a tangled skein of suitors?" This quote is, I feel, very applicable to my life this past year.  It is from Meghan Nuttall Sayres' book Anahita's Woven Riddle.  This is one of my more beloved books, I read it at least once every year, usually more than that, but anywho...men men men...in the past twelve months, I've gone on a lot and a lot of dates.  Before this year my total date count was maybe ten.  As such, this year has given me a bit of an education on the workings of the male mind.  I've discovered several interesting things.  Thing One: a lot of guys are just trying to get some, but not all of them.  Thing Two: many guys do actually know how to treat me with respect.  Thing Three: I like being treated with respect. Thing Four: I can now usually tell when a guy is being a jerk versus a guy.  Thing Five: I don't play stupid games and although guys always say they want no nonsense, at times some do prefer it over the truth.  Thing Six: I refused to take any more crap and then I got dates with guys that are very nice. Thing Seven: I like guys.

Finals Week

Once upon a time, I went to a high school that goes by the name of Waterford.  It was a lovely place where I occasionally had time to slack off because all I had to do was school work.  I didn't have to worry about taking care of lots of friendships and finding a job.  Those were the days when if I was sick, I could skip school for a day or a week or so and have no regret for doing so.  Those carefree days are gone.  Nowadays, if I get sick, I continue taking my finals.  Or I just take six finals as I feel sickness sneaking up on me and postpone the seventh to a later date when I am no longer overwhelmed by coughing and hormones and headaches.  Also when I am sick, I get a job and pack my life into cardboard boxes, return overdue library books to the lovely local library, and commence my strict diet of ice cream, cookies, and brownies with the occasional Jamba Juice run thrown in.  Also included in that diet is some water to make it obvious that this diet is healthy.  Then I lounge in luxury, seriously regretting the fact that just ten minutes ago I sent every single one of the one hundred and fiftyish books that I brought to college with me back home.  Indeed...

While arriving at the age of insanity...

This is for the illiterate of the world. You know who you are. You are those that desperately follow my blog by holding people at gunpoint so that they will read these words to you. The title of this blog is based on Ray Bradbury's book Fahrenheit 451. As you are illiterate, you will not have read it, but you should. At gunpoint. Or rather through the person you are holding at gunpoint. You know what I meant. Yes, you are very clever, good job. Back to the book now. There is a girl named Clarisse McClellan who makes a short appearance at the beginning of the book and she is well on her way to insanity. She is actually curious about the world! I can see you reeling in shock. Calm down. She thinks, speaks her mind, even commits illegal acts such as reading! I know, it's only to be expected. Anyhow, whenever people ask her age, she answers "I'm seventeen and I'm crazy," (or insane). No, I'm not seventeen, but I'm well on my way to insane. Would you like to come along for the ride? Consider yourself invited.