If you go to a party and flirt with a guy, how can you tell if it's working? I mean, how do you know if he's not interested and therefore not responding, or if he's just one of those really awkward guys (which is pretty much every guy I'm attracted to) who doesn't realize you're flirting?




I'm willing to bet a lot of you have the same question.

Why am I so attracted to men with piercings and/or tattoos and/or piercings? (Wait...)

They're bound to be bad for me. Not that they'll have me, but even if they would, they'd be bad for me. I know this, and yet I WANT ONE.


In other news, here's a meme skanked from [profile] siriusly_sex :

1. Pick 15 of your favorite movies.
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.
3. Post them here for everyone to guess.
4. Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie.
5. No Googling/using IMDb search functions.



WARNING: It took me about two hours to do that meme, cause I kept getting distracted by imdb. If you choose to do it, be careful, :)

I haven't updated in a while, despite wanting to, because I have been studying Organic Chemistry like a FIEND. However, I just took the test (and it was AWFUL) so now I can do other things with my life.

Anyways, we all got dressed up and went to the Rugby Ball on Saturday, and I just have to say two things:

1. The Echo Center is so cool. And dancing in heels and a pretty dress amongst turtles and fishes made my life complete. Dude, it was awesome. That is the way to have a dance. If I'd had my way, I wouldn't have gone down to the dance floor (to be pushed around and elbowed out of the way by drunks) but stayed dancing upstairs with the frogs. It's not like you can't hear the music up there.

2. Boys have been going to dances since oh... about 5th grade. And they still look just as awkward and uncomfortable in their stiff button-up shirts and ties now, as they did then.

I did have a good time though. And I looked good. And Abby did my hair, and I danced provocatively with Nora, and it was fun. The music wasn't horrendous, and the people were... less drunk than usual.


Oh, and Abby and Phil and I saw Chicago at the Flynn yesterday. I really liked it (especially the glitter confetti), but BILLY FLYNN DID NOT TAP DANCE!! (These are my CAPSLOCK of rage and disappointment.) He was smarmy and fantastic, but I waited the entire show to see him tap dance, and he never did. :(  Also, Roxie looked like Liza Minelli from Cabaret. No, seriously. But I really did enjoy it.


Ok, that's all for the unexciting update on my life. I shall leave you with an Abby quote: "Sadly, I cannot do the tomato soup dance while carrying tomato soup."

Soooooooooooooo...


We had philosophy class outside today. In the sun. And it was nice.


Now there are hot athletic boys with baseball bats outside my window, frolicing. Some of them have forgone shirts.

Being on the first floor ROCKS.



Later, I'm going to Wal-Mart. Isn't that exciting?


Yeah, I just felt like updating, but as you can probably tell, I have nothing of value to say.
Today I was a neuron. And I got to squeeze a cute boy. Therefore, I like neurons.


Hannah, I got a book from the library on America's Public Schools, and on the back it says "The Johns Hopkins University Press, Baltimore." And yay, cause Johns Hopkins = Hannah and Hannah = love.



Oh, and my Psych TA, who teaches our "lab" must have been cold today, if you know what I mean. And I got to thinking, she's not that much older than us, what do the boys think of it? And what do I think of it? Cause she's hot you know. And much easier to understand than my real Psych teacher



Other than that, I actually like Philosophy, my Chem teacher tends to piss me off because he makes everything WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY more complicated than it needs to be, (I miss Mr. Lopes!) and my love life is still non-existant. Boo.
So here's an amusing anecdote from my day:


For Ecology we went out and collected and marked the locations of nests of various species of ants. (It was actually not bad, except for the swarms of HUGE mosquitoes...)

And in the middle of this, I look up from my pile of rotting leaf litter and slugs and acorns, and notice that Tyler, the sole male in our group, is no longer across the plot from me.

He was several feet off, back to us, facing a tree, and could only be doing one thing. (Which suspician was confirmed when he walked back adjusting his pants.)


In the middle of freaking Ecology class, in the midst of the experiment, he had to go pee on a tree. Not too far from the three other girls in his group, nevermind the rest of the class, or our professor who was randonly wandering around to the various groups.


I just don't understand men.
You can read into the following what you will. I am not making any conclusions.

I just thought it was interesting/funny.


There are maybe 20-25 people in my Anthro class. It's about even, boys and girls. Maybe more girls than boys. Whatever.

Today Professor Kusserow asked how many of us wanted to get married. I raised my hand, looked around, (like all the other girls were, cause that's what we do) and not one boy in that class had his hand raised. There was one or maybe two girls without raised hands. Interesting, yes?

The conclusions I am not drawing are that maybe boys really don't want to get married, or maybe they just don't want to admit that they do. I don't know. But I was intrigued.

Also was amused by this phrase: fierce mingling. If it's fierce, then is it really mingling? There's a dilemma* for the ages.



*When you have two lemmas.

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