Yet another week has slipped by. Where does the time go? I'm acutely aware of the time when I'm in class, but as soon as class ends, time slips through my fingers. I think I'll try to remedy this with a planner and then maybe I can figure out how to grab hold properly.
With the four day school week, the academic news is short, but far from sweet:
Calculus quiz: Probably scored a 50% on it because it was only a two question quiz and I didn't have enough time (it was only 10 minute long without calculators quiz) to finish my second problem completely. I have the right solution written down, but it's all in graphic form, not algebraic form.
Trigonometry: I'm getting disgusted with this class. I do not appreciate how Professor XXXXX pauses and virtually refuses to teach. Furthermore, when he does his brief impression of teaching, it's taught at the level of the brightest guy in the classroom, which obviously enough, I'm not. It's not challenging, it's impossible to follow what he's talking about. I've asked several students if they understood the math behind the problems, and the consensus is a firm no.
In other news:
Went to the Hookah Bar, and frankly, it was a big let down. From there, we (me, and the two girls I told you about in the previous blog) took one of the girls back to her car, and she went home. The second girl and I stayed and talked in the car for quite some time. *Switching to PG-13 Mode* Things progressed further than I had hoped but we didn't actually kiss lips to lips. See, there's a large problem, she's not exactly single. That, which I'll address shortly, coupled with the fact that she labeled kissing on the lips as some sort of taking what we were doing as something serious. Since we didn't, she didn't take it as something real/serious. That's fine.
We stayed up and out in my car until 430am. Exhausted from the lack of sleep, I go to take her home, and the car doesn't start. FML. As if there was any sign that what we had been doing was a bad idea, this was it. I ignored that fact, and after some light coaxing, we got the second girl out to jump the car.
The following night (Saturday night), the girl whom I had fooled around with, came over to work on some online coursework because her computer is shot temporarily. After she finishes the work, we get to talking again, and again things progress further than I had anticipated. *DETAILS FILTERED BY PG-13* The point is, she kissed me on the lips. We kissed. So, in my mind, this is a great thing, she's now considering this to be something real/serious. She stays overnight, and the repercussions, which I will also address later turned out to be drastic. In the morning, after a night of cuddling and such, she and I have yet ANOTHER talk, and she tells me she doesn't think that this should be something real or serious. I hate that. I hate everything about that. So now, things are up in the air, and shit has hit the fan with the other girl two because she told her about us, and damn, she's not supportive of cheating (who knew /sarcasm).
Ok, so two things I said I'd address:
1. I'm a HUGE jerk. Instead of respecting a long distance relationship in trouble, I completely disregard it and fool around with the girl. I get it. I'm not perfect, but somehow in my mind it's less severe because what happened between the girl and I was a mutual desired experience.
2. The repercussions. Since I'm staying with the folks till I have enough money to move out, I have to follow their rules. One of their BIG rules is to not have a girl sleep over/ don't get laid in the house. Welp, we know that she did spend the night, and now I'm on the verge of being thrown out. Really? Great. I've managed to go only 4 months this time before being threatened to be booted. Mix that with the drama of the non-cheating-supportive friend, and my world is thrust into a bad episode of "The Real World" from MTV. *Note If I do get thrown out, obviously my next blog will be delayed. More on that in the next blog. :X
I do recognize that I brought all this on myself, and frankly, I'm not even looking for empathy or pity. I'm looking for some God Forsaken clarity.
Here's some points of clarity that I have garnered:
a. Don't let anybody change who you are.
b. I don't like who I am when I'm with this girl. I break point a just by being interested in her romantically.
c. Disappointing my family has never made me feel so childish, or foolish as I felt today.
With all that I've written here, I hope that maybe I can provide insight, even if it's only for me.
In completely unrelated news, I went to go watch the LCCC girls soccer team play against Casper. We won, 2-0. Does this mean I'm gaining school spirit? Maybe. Does this mean that I got a sun burn on half of my face? Most assuredly.
Tonight's blog was written with numerous songs in the background, but I recommend "Every Man Has a Molly" by Say Anything on "...Is A Real Boy"
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
I am the Rain King!
Hey there folks...guess it's about that time to write another blog as yet another week has simply blown by. Often times I have to go back and check out the previous week's blog to figure out what day things started and stopped on. This week is no different...and now I'm caught up!
Ok, so this week has been pretty exciting but only because I have more students to tutor, I've scheduled myself a tutor for calculus because my confidence isn't exactly supreme that I'll pass that class. Furthermore, not only do I want to pass that class, but I want to get an A in it. I don't want to have to settle for anything less than mastering the given topics. There simply isn't any reason to try my hardest for this "college" thing. ha!
The last few days have been the pinnacle of the week though, and I suppose I'll start with The Tastes of Denver. This is a festival where a lot of restaurateurs get together and have sample sizes and meal size portions on hand to sell for tickets. It's a pretty standard token society so that there is always a chance that they will make more money than what you give them simply because of the token conversion. The point though, is that the food was for the most part delicious. I had a list on my phone of everything that I ate, but somehow between then and now, I've managed to delete it. I remember that we had perogies, grilled mac and cheese, shrimp tacos, chicken wrapped in bacon (DELICIOUS!) fried alligator, lamb meatballs, and much more. On the drive home I was in full blown nap mode but by the time I got home, I was on my second wind.
The second wind turned out to really work the better, instead of just staying up and playing mindless computer games, I went out with this girl from my calc class and a few of her friends who really turned out to be more good people. My initial expectations were low, but clearly I approached the evening with a misinformed opinion. The night was relatively creative to most of my other nights out. We started out at a gas station so that we could carpool and then promptly drove to a Taco Johns. For those of you who don't know what a Taco Johns is, it's like a Taco Bell, but better in my opinion. Now, we started this night off already at 1015 or so, that means that the taco bell lobby is closed, but apparently that's totally fine because we straight up walk into the back of the TJ's prep area. It was just a foreign experience to me because I've never worked in the food industry. From there we drove to pick up another girl and then off to the hookah bar.
The hookah bar was much more packed than I thought it would be for being Cheyenne. Although, this IS Cheyenne, so maybe that's why the bar is full. We get a clutch corner spot, and sit back, and enjoy the evening. More girl friends join the group. I don't want to say that I looked like a pimp, but it didn't hurt being surrounded by several attractive girls. I won't get into the details of the night, but I would most definitely call it a successful evening regarding making new friends.
The following evening -Sunday night- I went out again with three of the girls from the night before to a Habatchi grill, called East Moon in Ft. Collins. I tried more sushi than I had before, and to my delight, I loved it. My previous experiences with sushi was not pleasant, so it was refreshing to enjoy the flavors of well constructed sushi. The actual Habatchi portion of the meal however, barely qualified as mediocre. I simply could have eaten the sushi and been on my merry way, satisfied.
After returning to Cheyenne, I had a long chat with one of the new friends and it turns out we have tons in common. She's pretty cool, but first impressions have misleading in the past. We'll see.
I hope your week goes well my friends, and with any luck you enjoyed your Monday off for Labor Day.
This blog was written with Piano Bar 1 by The Seatbelts originally composed for the Cowboy Bebop Series.
Ok, so this week has been pretty exciting but only because I have more students to tutor, I've scheduled myself a tutor for calculus because my confidence isn't exactly supreme that I'll pass that class. Furthermore, not only do I want to pass that class, but I want to get an A in it. I don't want to have to settle for anything less than mastering the given topics. There simply isn't any reason to try my hardest for this "college" thing. ha!
The last few days have been the pinnacle of the week though, and I suppose I'll start with The Tastes of Denver. This is a festival where a lot of restaurateurs get together and have sample sizes and meal size portions on hand to sell for tickets. It's a pretty standard token society so that there is always a chance that they will make more money than what you give them simply because of the token conversion. The point though, is that the food was for the most part delicious. I had a list on my phone of everything that I ate, but somehow between then and now, I've managed to delete it. I remember that we had perogies, grilled mac and cheese, shrimp tacos, chicken wrapped in bacon (DELICIOUS!) fried alligator, lamb meatballs, and much more. On the drive home I was in full blown nap mode but by the time I got home, I was on my second wind.
The second wind turned out to really work the better, instead of just staying up and playing mindless computer games, I went out with this girl from my calc class and a few of her friends who really turned out to be more good people. My initial expectations were low, but clearly I approached the evening with a misinformed opinion. The night was relatively creative to most of my other nights out. We started out at a gas station so that we could carpool and then promptly drove to a Taco Johns. For those of you who don't know what a Taco Johns is, it's like a Taco Bell, but better in my opinion. Now, we started this night off already at 1015 or so, that means that the taco bell lobby is closed, but apparently that's totally fine because we straight up walk into the back of the TJ's prep area. It was just a foreign experience to me because I've never worked in the food industry. From there we drove to pick up another girl and then off to the hookah bar.
The hookah bar was much more packed than I thought it would be for being Cheyenne. Although, this IS Cheyenne, so maybe that's why the bar is full. We get a clutch corner spot, and sit back, and enjoy the evening. More girl friends join the group. I don't want to say that I looked like a pimp, but it didn't hurt being surrounded by several attractive girls. I won't get into the details of the night, but I would most definitely call it a successful evening regarding making new friends.
The following evening -Sunday night- I went out again with three of the girls from the night before to a Habatchi grill, called East Moon in Ft. Collins. I tried more sushi than I had before, and to my delight, I loved it. My previous experiences with sushi was not pleasant, so it was refreshing to enjoy the flavors of well constructed sushi. The actual Habatchi portion of the meal however, barely qualified as mediocre. I simply could have eaten the sushi and been on my merry way, satisfied.
After returning to Cheyenne, I had a long chat with one of the new friends and it turns out we have tons in common. She's pretty cool, but first impressions have misleading in the past. We'll see.
I hope your week goes well my friends, and with any luck you enjoyed your Monday off for Labor Day.
This blog was written with Piano Bar 1 by The Seatbelts originally composed for the Cowboy Bebop Series.
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