2. this past week was the last week of classes at my school. this really makes me happy. next week, i only have four finals to worry about: two on monday, one on tuesday, and one on wednesday. after those four puppies, i’ll be done for the year. i won’t have to work about school again until late april next year when spring semester finals are coming around. after school lets out, though, the administrative offices stay open for an additional two(ish?) weeks and i’ll still be working. this is pretty awesome. if i wasn’t, i’d be totally smagotally broke. i mean, i could go work at my grandma’s place for extra cash, but eh. i’m looking for the winter break either way!

3. speaking of winter break. in the third week of december, there is a very special day that happens. lots of people celebrate and it never fails to bring a warm, happy feeling in the pit of my stomach. the day that i’m talking about and that you should already know??? my birthday! this year, i shall be celebrating my 22nd birthday on the 22nd of december. i think people call that the Golden Birthday. whatever that means. i’m pretty excited about my birthday, because i always am. it’s a great day. i’m just worried that it will be an anticlimactic after last year’s The Big Two-One, the real golden birthday where i was finally legally able to buy alcohol and go to most alcohol-serving establishments. i mean, twenty-one is a big deal for lots of people, myself included. but what exactly does twenty-two entitle? i don’t know. i’m looking forward to it anyway. it will be fun.

4. today while i was at work, i was doing the very tedious task of going through packets of faculty evaluation forms, making sure that all fields had been addressed and that all the bubbles had been penciled in completely. exciting, i know. on a serious note, though, i much prefer doing this task than finding myself task-less. i hate sitting around idly in my office with nothing to do. after a few hours of this, i started feeling my writing (right) hand cramping up and the callous on the left side of my middle finger where a writing utensil has rested for the past eighteen years was feeling particularly rough. i wanted to let my hand rest, but i didn’t want to look like i was slacking off. instead, i picked up a pencil with my left hand and started filling circles. i realized that this wasn’t too hard of a task and a thought occurred to me: i should try being able to write ambidextrously! so, something that i’ll be working on during the winter break will be my left hand handwriting. i can write. it just looks like a child’s handwriting.

5. so it’s the first week of december here and it’s finally getting cold here. i’m happy! there were lots of rumors of snow in the south texas area last night. i didn’t believe it (i was right, no snow), but i’m just happy that it’s getting to be under fifty degrees. it’s so friggin hot here the rest of the year, that i just shiver with excitement at the thought of cooler temperatures. people here are really sensitive to the cold. as soon as it gets under sixty degrees, they break out their delta vega/hoth-parkas, crank up the settings on their heaters, and lace up their fur-trimmed snow boots. it’s a little ridiculous. i like to enjoy it a bit more. yesterday, all i wore was a v-neck with a cotton vest that serves only for fashion statement purposes. i did get a bit cold, so today i wore a hoodie. at one point i started getting a little warm, so i just walked around in a tshirt for a while. it was awesome. i love the cold!

over the years, we’ve been able to discuss books both of us have read and we’ve also gone to midnight premieres of lots of movies. we also have been to a few concerts together. we also share likes as far as clothing goes. we both really like the sister company of abercrombie, ruehl (that will soon be closing down due to insurmountable financial loss), and we are crazy about the online clothing store, alternative apparel. while i do wear a different size than her, i have on occasion lent her clothes that she’s been able to rock into amazing outfits. we have the same item in our respective closets, but in different colors.
in one thing, i have noticed, that our tastes differ greatly. guys. while she usually is attracted to fun-loving, carefree very cute and funny guys fairly close to her age, i tend to gravitate towards surlier, brooding, devastatingly handsome men that usually run a bit too old for me. her guys are music-centric, and i fawn over those who like to consider themselves writers.
not too long ago, though, we had a bit of a weird situation. she started crushing on this guy, and i started crushing on his best friend. these two guys were practically brothers. it was i that was changing tastes. he was much closer to my age than any guy had been in a while, and he was very easy going. totally different than my usual “type.” the four of us are all still friends, which should tell you, obviously, than nothing seriously romantic came of our respective crushes. both of us crushing on those two close buddies was a very interesting experience. we were able to talk about these guys all the time and (sort of unfairly to the boys) compare their personalities and actions.

i never thought we’d every be in a situation like this again, and we haven’t been! however, my friend and i currently find ourselves in an even more complicated scenario. what’s more complicated than one pair of best friends crushing on another set of best friends? i’ll tell you. a pair of best friends crushing on… the one and the same guy! in a previously mentioned bar, we met a very charming fellow. she might disagree, but i’m going to go ahead and say that it’s her this time who is straying from her usual taste in guy. he’s more than just a few years older than us. he’s moody and, at times, rude (not to us but his co-workers). but he’s really funny and smart. we have, so far, spent hours talking about him and trying to decipher everything else. like a very concentrated stoner who is cleaning out their weed, we try very hard to separate the (non-malicious) lies he tells us from the truth. it’s a fun little challenge.we also talk to people we’ve discovered who have any sort of acquaintanceship with him to find out anything about him. again, it’s fun and entertaining. when you are just a college student with a part-time job, you tend to latch on to anything out of your daily routine, like we have.

he’s a great guy, and we like to visit him and work and flirt with him. he makes us laugh, but that’s pretty much all it is right now. i’m going to include a very poor quality picture of him just because i we like him so much!

he’s on the right

as my friend and i were sipping on our respective drinks (prepared by our usual tuesday bartender but lacking the usual tuesday care and love that went in it), some guy that we graduated high school with approached us to say hello. we had already been at the bar for close to an hour, and we had spotted this guy early on. neither of us really care for him, so we didn’t bother being the first to make the move. this guy, though, feigned surprised at running into us late in the evening even though just a few moments earlier, we’d seen him macking (excuse the 90s terminology but the term embodies all the douchiness this guy deserves) on some other girl who was sitting one (one!) bar stool away from us. we exchanged pleasantries and, when we went outside for a breath of fresh(-mingled-with-cheap-cigarette-smoke) air later, he followed us. i went on talking as though he wasn’t there, and began making fun of this young fellow a few feet away from us who was wearing this ridiculousity (so ridiculous, it merits the invention of a new word):

no, that’s not a bad quality pic, it’s a bedazzled tiger!

–sidenote: there are so many other people and blogs who have put lots of effort into mocking the ed hardy brand, that i won’t. simply google “ed hardy douchebag” and you will find lots of disgruntled guys complaining about how hot chicks only go for these poor mindless victims of passing trends (von dutch caps, anyone? exactly). meanwhile,  they’re left home alone with their halo odst every saturday night–

so my friend and i are giggling over how stupid this guy looks, and this uninvited idiot sitting between us tells me to stop it because i’m being mean.

whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.

exactly.

i immediately drop the fashion-challenged ‘tard in front of us and focus on the how-can-your-brain-be-so-small-when-your-head-is-so-fat ‘tard next to me. i ask him to explain himself and he says that the poor guy doesn’t deserve to be made fun of when i don’t even know him. i immediately counter, saying that i know that he totally agrees but he just doesn’t want to admit it. he’s thinking it and so is everyone else except that my friend and i are the only people in the room that will actually bring it up.

then we start talking about why people just can’t say what they really want to. what is so damn hard about telling the truth? i can’t imagine a possible explanation, because i am addicted to the truth. i want to hear what is real and true and nothing else. if i want to be lied to, i’ll ask for that.