Here is my observations from the last 3-4 days:
I've decided that meeting single guys can go one of 2 ways in about the first 3 weeks:
1. Meet new guy - he doesn't immediately have a crush on you - you're nice to him - you get to be friends.
2. Meet a guy - does immediately have a crush on you - you're nice to him - you are leading him on. Bitch!
Sorry for the language, but that's what it seems like. If he doesn't like you, you're screwed if you ever like him back, but if he DOES like you, and you don't return the feelings you're a bitch for leading him on and crushing his heart.
If you flip the situation, though, and it's a guy meeting a girl, and they're nice to the girl, and the girl immediately likes the guy, the girl is an idiot if she assumes the guy likes her.
I'd just like to point out that it's not my fault, being NICE does not constitute leading on, and the whole situation not fair to girls.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
mellow rainy night
Tonight seems like a good night to update the blog. Did some marking, messing about on facebook, watched several (meaning 3) episodes of a very special new show called Maui Fever. I'm feeling pretty good about it all, and now I'm just veggin and mellow and havin a bit of a drink. Jammin to some finger eleven and the fray, chillin in the rain. (ok, the rain is outside, i'm inside but the windows open, so it smells good). I'm feelin like its going to be one of those "random capitalization" nights on the blog. Why capitalize when i just don't feel like it? I'm not teaching, so screw it. I'm a rebel. What can I say?
So, the year is almost done. happy about that. Don't get me wrong, i love my job, i just love the absence of my job a little more. i love the rain, probably equally to the sun, depending on the day. I should be more stressed about the whole "end of the year" thing. I should go do some more marking probably, try to catch up and all. I just don't really care... i'm a bit apathetic about it all really. It'll all get done before the end comes, it always does.
thoughts on life: i'm freaking happy right now. i love living alone, i love that i have friends in random places, i love that i never have to pay for a hotel if i don't want to, i love that wherever i go it's home. Whitecourt is home, Sherwood Park is home, GP is home. I have a pretty great life.
got some news today that made me think. I can't say what it was cause there are apparently 3 people that read this, and its a secret for another month or so. But in any case, it made me think that its about time i got married and all that. i'm at "that age" now. i love my friends, but at some point one of them has got to step up to the plate i figure. hopefully not to long from now, but whatever. like I said, i'm not complaining, just stating a fact.
thats enough for now. I should go mark it up.
So, the year is almost done. happy about that. Don't get me wrong, i love my job, i just love the absence of my job a little more. i love the rain, probably equally to the sun, depending on the day. I should be more stressed about the whole "end of the year" thing. I should go do some more marking probably, try to catch up and all. I just don't really care... i'm a bit apathetic about it all really. It'll all get done before the end comes, it always does.
thoughts on life: i'm freaking happy right now. i love living alone, i love that i have friends in random places, i love that i never have to pay for a hotel if i don't want to, i love that wherever i go it's home. Whitecourt is home, Sherwood Park is home, GP is home. I have a pretty great life.
got some news today that made me think. I can't say what it was cause there are apparently 3 people that read this, and its a secret for another month or so. But in any case, it made me think that its about time i got married and all that. i'm at "that age" now. i love my friends, but at some point one of them has got to step up to the plate i figure. hopefully not to long from now, but whatever. like I said, i'm not complaining, just stating a fact.
thats enough for now. I should go mark it up.
Friday, June 01, 2007
Oh the wonder of facebook. Aside from the obvious heroin-addictiveness that is facebook, there are several other reasons that I love it, one that just struck me like lightnening this morning. And here is it:
Facebook has pseudo replaced the phone. Its actually better than msn, because you don't have the immediate necessity to reply and you can tell people why you aren't on facebook at that moment by using facebook itself. Now some might argue that you can do this in the little msn comment bar, but that still begs the question, well why are you online if you're not available... even if you are set to "away."
By saying [Insert name here] is "going to [insert location]" you've immediately negated all questions that might arise from your absence. You can even go into more detail giving reasons and return times. In some cases it can even remove the need to call someone back - depending on the reason or if they are your facebook friend.
I really need to go now because "[This girl] is going to her parents house for the weekend and hasn't finished packing."
In closing: Thankyou facebook, thankyou.
Facebook has pseudo replaced the phone. Its actually better than msn, because you don't have the immediate necessity to reply and you can tell people why you aren't on facebook at that moment by using facebook itself. Now some might argue that you can do this in the little msn comment bar, but that still begs the question, well why are you online if you're not available... even if you are set to "away."
By saying [Insert name here] is "going to [insert location]" you've immediately negated all questions that might arise from your absence. You can even go into more detail giving reasons and return times. In some cases it can even remove the need to call someone back - depending on the reason or if they are your facebook friend.
I really need to go now because "[This girl] is going to her parents house for the weekend and hasn't finished packing."
In closing: Thankyou facebook, thankyou.
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