Speak In Terms of Belief and Belonging, Try to Fit Some Name to Their Longing...

Jackson Browne - In the Shape of a Heart (Acoustic Version)


First off, I don't know who in Berlin is reading my blog, but whoever you are, I love you. Like Noah loves Allie. Except in not as sexy and romantic a way. So really, I love you like Elwood loves Jake.

Moving on.

So I have a Stats exam in a few hours. I've been studying far far too much. To make me feel like I was getting sleep, and not pulling an all-nighter, I chose the classic going to bed incredibly late and waking up at 6 this morning. That's a victory for mankind. Parents, if you're reading, no worries. I'll catch up on sleep this weekend. Or perhaps when I'm dead. But probably this weekend.

But the problem with this exam is that, of course, it has nothing to do with Stats. I don't know about you, but when I hear "Stats class" I think math. Mine of course is about...um...okay I have no idea what it's about. After half of a semester and several days of studying, I still have no idea what it's about. But I'm sure it'll be fine.

Oh. Wait.

So last night, I'm walking (read: riding my Razor scooter, because I'm a lame-o) to the the library, and I hear "Oh my god! I love your scooter! And your ponytail!" So I turn to see an incredibly attractive girl in the passenger seat of a car, driven by another attractive girl, with two more of them in the backseat. But of course, as they were driving down the street, they proceeded to continue to do so, and they were gone, leaving me wondering whether it would have ever worked between us.

A few hours later...I'm walking (again, scootering...scooting?) back home, and I hear, "Holy shit! Ponytail!" I turn to see, yet again, the same car, except without the two girls in the back. But again, much to my despair, they continued to drive/break my little heart. Damn them.

Good thing I still have my love life planned out.