So I currently don't have a roommate. The roommate I did have decided not to come back to Gustavus this year, so I have a small dungeon to myself! It is very quiet in here sometimes when I don't have music playing or friends lounging around... but that is nice, it seems.
So during a quiet period today, I heard my neighbors talking loudly about the other half of the population: Men. I am not quite sure why I do this, but I have a tendency to listen intently when women attempt to evaluate men. I giggled to myself numerous times as they grossly over-simplified or under-estimated various parts of dating. I am not a dating expert by any means, but when you hear someone say something ridiculous, you can't help but shake your head.
These girls had just finished talking about how they wish they had boyfriends... and then it went on to how they hoped they would find one on campus. And I could not help but think, "Here we go..." and naturally every quality they hoped for came spewing out of their mouths like a sneeze--and I mean the snotty, disgusting sneeze that makes people step back and cover their faces.
So it begins. It is fall, every girl wants a cuddle buddy,... or something like that. Whatever happened to being best friends and acting less serious, more natural... maybe he lives ten miles away, maybe he doesn't like the Gilmore Girls or The Hills,... maybe he even hates them... but you will still like him, right? Why is everyone obsessed about finding Mr. Right and laying down a bunch of guidelines that end up looking extremely narrow and probably only encompassing .00000000000194% of the world population. Good luck, girls.
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oh isn't this so funny how people get caught up in the stupidest parts of puppy love...and they'll never get it, will they?
Ummm, Liz, are you saying that I can't like the Gilmore Girls anymore? I thought you were okay with this?
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