Television

I watch a lot of TV. As in I don't like counting how many shows I regularly watch because it makes me feel sad for my life. If it weren't for the internet I wouldn't be able to sustain my TV habits, but the internet makes it so easy to keep up with everything.

I mention all this because being home for winter break has only exacerbated this. I have started watching 3 new shows since I've been home and will probably start a 4th tonight. I've still been reading a lot but TV is more brainless (duh). I've also taken up spider solitaire, even attempting two suit spider solitaire, though that has been destroying my self-esteem because of its difficulty.

As Stuff White People Like brings up, it is very hip to not watch TV and even cooler to not own one. I am already going stir crazy. Without TV I would go insane. I will hand in my cool white person card if it means I get to watch my shows. hah.

I've forced myself to wake up at 9:00 instead of 11:00, but I still spend most of the day sitting around watching TV or reading. Consequently, I forget what it is like to be in school/do productive things with my life. On the 25th I start orientation abroad and then classes start on the 1st. I guess it's good that break is so long because it actually makes me look forward to going back.

In other news,that boy I've been writing about texted me today for the first time in like a week which is the longest we've gone without talking for all of break. And he said some pretty nice/cute things. Which is weird. Because I leave the country in 9 days. ahh boys are so weird.

this is going to sound insensitive, but...

being home for winter break feels like being unemployed. Or at least my daily schedule resembles that of the unemployed people whose blogs I read. I sleep a lot. I've been home for less than a week and have read 3 books. I recently discovered that there are exercise videos on 'on demand' so I'm trying to work out now (especially since every day my mom comes home with more cookies from work). I have to think really hard to figure out what day of the week it is, which is a weird feeling. I didn't leave the house today.

But I do appreciate the fact that I am not unemployed and that there is an end in sight for life as a couch potato and I feel badly about complaining. In 30 days I fly far away, and a few days before that I'll return to DC to say goodbye and celebrate the inauguration. I've been home for 6 days and I'm pretty bored already, but things should pick up with Christmas and then after the holiday I should be able to spend more time with my friends.

In other news, this semester there was a kid I sort of liked who was in one of my classes but I concluded that he didn't like me and wasn't that upset about it. We talked a lot in class and exchanged numbers and we texted about school stuff during the semester. But since break he's texted me a couple of times just being like "what's up?" and we talk about random things. He knows I am leaving the continent in a month so I'm a little confused why he's so chatty now. Boys are weird.

Also, my mom works at a school, and today she caught two 8 year old girls talking about having sex. That's horrifying.

Trials and tribulations

If you read my last post you know that I've been single this semester. And it has certainly been an interesting experience. This was my 1st semester where I really paid attention to the kind of boys here at GW. Freshman year I was busy drinking and making bad choices. I spent all of sophomore year with the bball star (as I've decided to call him). So now I get the fun of trying to find a good guy here amongst the frat boys and future presidents.

A few weeks after the bball star and I broke up I made out with a guy at a frat party (I know, I keep making cracks about frat boys but their parties are a good way to meet an endangered species at GW- the straight male). Anyway he wasn't in the frat. We made out for a while but then I had to rescue a friend from a serious creeper which I think sent the wrong signal to this guy and he peaced. I saw him on the street recently. He wasn't as good looking as drunk me thought he was. Shocking.

My next prospect was a guy I met an engineering party (I have engineering friends. The parties are actually super fun). We flirted over several weekends. There was some touching. I gave him my #. Nothing ensued. I started to get kind of down about it until my friend assured me that engineering boys have no game. I'll make myself feel better by thinking that.

The next in a line of catastrophes was my roommate's ex-boyfriend. He visited for a weekend and spent a fair amount of time touching my leg and trying to hold my hand. Even if I hadn't known about the plethora of terrible things he did to my roommate, I still wouldn't have hooked up with him. He was my roommate's ex-boyfriend! epic failure. He later inquired to my roommate about why he was unable to get with anyone while he was here.

And those have been the highlights of my semester when it comes to guys this semester. woo.

I think I'll save my diatribe about boys at GW for another day because I have a lot to say on that topic.

But I'm going abroad next semester, so I'll get a little reprieve from the lovely boys here.