Secretive

Guys are sensitive creatures, really truly gals. It's just we're secretive about it, only when we know our masculinity isn't threatened do we let loose. It sort of amazes me the conversations I have with my room mates about how we look, how we're feeling, if we're feeling fat, the emotions we feel around such and such girl. Of course such convo's take place only when we're the only ones in our rooms and there's no chance of eavesdroppers. Man, if only girls really knew our true secrets, they wouldn't be so offended by us or alienated I guess. Jorge went on about his fantasy of sitting in a field with the one he loves looking at the stars.. haha what a fag. No no, I have no room to talk, I went on about cuddling and its greatest asset to a relationship. Any relationship. We had one big hug fest, us guys.

My chemistry lab has exceeded my expectations. The professor is actually sort of timid, but she has her T.A. actually do the lab instruction and oversight, my lab partner and I are pretty well acquianted with each other, and despite the lab being scheduled from 6 pm - 11 pm we usually get done around 10 pm. One thing though, in that lab I swear there's this one person who keep staring at me. It makes me so self-conscious I mean what the heck? Why do people have to stare at me?? Why can't they look somewhere else, it's like everytime I look at them they're looking at me and it just sends me into a paranoic frenzy as to whether or not they're psychopaths plotting my doom or fashion police critiquing my teen bopper clothes. Either way it doesn't come out to anything good on my end.

I've been rushing around doing this this and this, but I've applied for merit scholarships and I'm hoping to get this one 500 dollar university grant for high end achievers. 500 dollars might not be all the much, but it does at least pay for books.

Hmmm what else, what else? These blogs dn't seem the same without mindless rants of mine, but I think I'll spare myself that in this entry.