So I decided to start this blog thing.
I'm not sure what it's really all about but I figured I'd give it a shot anyway and see what becomes of it.
Although, if you want the truth, I should be studying for my sociology exam on Friday - but I'm not. Studying is a skill that I lack. And that hasn't been doing me any good this semester. We have these notices that go out in all of the 101 classes that you have a D or F in by mid-semester so you are able to drop the class, if necessary. Early Academic Alerts. They go out next week. I should have one in almost every class. 4/5 at best. I lack the motivation to even care though. About my falling grades, I mean. Unfortunately I have a knack for doing drugs instead of homework. And talking to rockstars. The only thing I've done of any worth lately is I made a small website for my friend's band. And he's about to quit and start a new band so I assume that I'll have to build a whole new website all over again.
This must all sound very boring. Maybe I should go study.
A complete one-eighty:
I never thought I'd have the ability to care about someone. Anyone. Outside of my mom, dad, and niece. And all of a sudden, I do. And I worry that it's not mutual to the same degree. I believe that it's mutual because- a)what kind of busy rockstar would spend 24/7 paying attention to me
? b)what kind of boy is eager to get married? and c)what kind of boy can say "I love you?"
It's actually frightening. He's the only person that's taken the time to get to know me, and in turn, broken down every wall I've built to seperate me from...well, you. That makes him special. The only thing is: society would frown upon a relationship such as ours.
He makes my stomach hurt, makes me stutter, makes me open up [to him]...it must be love.
If only he could make me study.