No list of five today. Not much humor, and not much crazy Telea. Why? Because today is Solo Ensemble, my dear lovers, and the fact of the matter is that I don’t feel prepared at all. I’m also in the middle of writing a Junior paper and my advisor tells me that I should be paying more attention to that instead of blogging. Well, does writing a Junior paper make me happy, or give me a sense of fulfillment?
No, a Junior paper just sucks many balls all the time. I wish not to write this devil paper with all of those horrible citations and stuff, but I do know that eventually, I will have to finish it and turn it in. For now, though, I’m going to post on this blog and on my three others, and then I’m going to practice my music pieces all day until I find myself to be State-Worthy.
Yes, I am a little obsessed. We do have a story for you pretty little things today. About my date…
It didn’t really happen. So, here I am, hanging at my local park where we were gonna meet, and here comes his car, and I go, ooohh, that’s awesome that he showed up so promptly. He begins exiting his car when, BAM!
Another car comes out of nowhere carrying the oh-so-hot and oh-so-jackass Mr. Sampson, and he pulls up and yells:
“Weren’t we gonna hang today, Chris?”
As soon as Chris gets that ‘oh shit’ look on his face, I know I’m screwed. He looks at me apologetically and then turns around and climbs right back into his car. Dick. Now, I’m not saying I’m mad, because it’s whatever. Another date, another time. What miffed me was that he didn’t text me last night. Because I can understand the whole ‘bros before hos’ deal, but I cannot, for the life of me, get why he wouldn’t text me. Well, fuck him then.
I’m over it, and now I’m going to move on to doing other things…and hanging out with him NOT on a Wednesday.
Okay, that’s really all I had to say for today. I love you guys, and I shall actually post something of value tomorrow.