In which I am officially a very happy girl
It's been a wonderful day. After class, I called Joyce to see if I could come in to talk to someone. The conversation went like this . . .
Joyce: What's going on today?
Me: Oh, nothing's upsetting me or anything. I was just talking to Ruthie last night and I have issues.
Joyce: You're just figuring this out now?
Me: No, I've known this for a long time. I just don't want to put up with it anymore.
Lol -- Joyce laughed and told me I was really funny and then she set up an appointment for me to talk to Bernie this afternoon. Yay.
After that, I was going to go upstairs in the Student Center, and I saw the Homecoming King sitting there and I talked to him for a while. That was really nice. He asked me when I was going to graduate and ugh. It's gonna be a while. I want to graduate tomorrow. I told him about my idea for a possible place to live next semester, and he said, "Why do you want to move off campus?" It's just because I make so much effort with these people. I try to be friendly and talk to people and no one will talk back. I live in this place, surrounded by hundreds of people, yet I'm all alone. It's very sad.
Then I went upstairs and Timmy called me. I talked to him for a while and then I decided to have lunch. Guess who else was having lunch. Eeek. I didn't eat much cuz I was talking. Lol -- It's not fair. He's only taking 3 credits next semester and doing basketball and then he's going to graduate. That makes me sad. But it was great talking to him. I told him about my parents being ok with the notion that perhaps I could be a professor. He made a comment about how my going to college must have changed how they view things and I said yeah, they had some expectations for us and we didn't do what they wanted us to do and they kinda freaked out and were like, "Oh no! Now what do we do." But now that we are where we are -- like with me in college and my brothers married -- they seem to be getting to be ok with it. He asked me if my parents didn't want the boys to get married at all, and I said, "Well . . . " and told him the unusual circumstances in the relationships, and he looked at me like I was crazy and said, "run that one by me again?" Lol -- I was explaining the whole situation in detail and then I was telling him about Dave and he said, "So, is he going to marry some woman that's 10 years older than him too??" I giggled and said, "Actually . . . " My family is so weird -- but totally awesome. He says that Dave is the most normal of any of them cuz Dave says he's going to marry someone who is currently still in high school. Oh dear. I love that boy . . . (To clarify, I love all the boys I've mentioned in this post thus far.)
Abominable. I like that word. Speaking of bulls . . . If you put a bomb in a bull, you can explode a bull. Ruthie and Rachel and I figured that out. And speaking of bulls, we were only familiar with bullpens as are related to the appropriate gender of bovine.
Eeek.
~MJ
Joyce: What's going on today?
Me: Oh, nothing's upsetting me or anything. I was just talking to Ruthie last night and I have issues.
Joyce: You're just figuring this out now?
Me: No, I've known this for a long time. I just don't want to put up with it anymore.
Lol -- Joyce laughed and told me I was really funny and then she set up an appointment for me to talk to Bernie this afternoon. Yay.
After that, I was going to go upstairs in the Student Center, and I saw the Homecoming King sitting there and I talked to him for a while. That was really nice. He asked me when I was going to graduate and ugh. It's gonna be a while. I want to graduate tomorrow. I told him about my idea for a possible place to live next semester, and he said, "Why do you want to move off campus?" It's just because I make so much effort with these people. I try to be friendly and talk to people and no one will talk back. I live in this place, surrounded by hundreds of people, yet I'm all alone. It's very sad.
Then I went upstairs and Timmy called me. I talked to him for a while and then I decided to have lunch. Guess who else was having lunch. Eeek. I didn't eat much cuz I was talking. Lol -- It's not fair. He's only taking 3 credits next semester and doing basketball and then he's going to graduate. That makes me sad. But it was great talking to him. I told him about my parents being ok with the notion that perhaps I could be a professor. He made a comment about how my going to college must have changed how they view things and I said yeah, they had some expectations for us and we didn't do what they wanted us to do and they kinda freaked out and were like, "Oh no! Now what do we do." But now that we are where we are -- like with me in college and my brothers married -- they seem to be getting to be ok with it. He asked me if my parents didn't want the boys to get married at all, and I said, "Well . . . " and told him the unusual circumstances in the relationships, and he looked at me like I was crazy and said, "run that one by me again?" Lol -- I was explaining the whole situation in detail and then I was telling him about Dave and he said, "So, is he going to marry some woman that's 10 years older than him too??" I giggled and said, "Actually . . . " My family is so weird -- but totally awesome. He says that Dave is the most normal of any of them cuz Dave says he's going to marry someone who is currently still in high school. Oh dear. I love that boy . . . (To clarify, I love all the boys I've mentioned in this post thus far.)
Abominable. I like that word. Speaking of bulls . . . If you put a bomb in a bull, you can explode a bull. Ruthie and Rachel and I figured that out. And speaking of bulls, we were only familiar with bullpens as are related to the appropriate gender of bovine.
Eeek.
~MJ
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