Putoff

 My homework didn’t end up taking all that long. I suppose it helps that I did use Photoshop somewhat significantly in the past, so bullshitting my way through it now is not horribly difficult. I haven’t even been reading the suggested stuff in the useless books I bought. I skipped out an hour early since, well, why not? It’s college and I can do that, no one gives a crap. Also, for the next assignment we have to take pictures, so without said pictures, being in class is somewhat pointless.

I have slacked on memorizing my presentation for Spanish, so I’ll probably do that tonight…or tomorrow morning. I magically keep finding ways to put it off. Even just thinking about memorizing it makes me slightly nervous, let alone the thought of the actual presentation. Stage fright is such a uselessly annoying character trait.

Oh, yeah. I asked out that one chick from scholarship writing class, since it was the last class. It went hilariously awkward, and she naturally had a boyfriend anyway. I used to always assume any girl I was attracted to was not single, which has historically been fairly accurate to my knowledge, but that’s kind of a negative way of thinking, so I try not to do that. Nevertheless, how the eff are you supposed to know without directly asking someone? Girls have rings if they are engaged or married, a select few have them if they are simply taken, and there are also the rare breed who wear a ring to ward off would-be askerouters, even though they are actually single. A little more accuracy would be nice, people who are single should have some sort of iconic identifier. It would make my life easier.

I went out with some friends Friday night, which was a lot of fun, even if a couple of the people I really wanted to hang out with weren’t there. We started at 4 Daughters, had food and stayed there for a couple hours. Probably would have stayed longer but all the awesome seating(couches, yo!) upstairs was unavailable. We went to Havana next, which was across the street and is new-ish, none of us had been there before. An old buddie from Circuit City was working in the kitchen, which was like right next to the entrance for some reason. I used to make the effort to half-ass an attempt to keep in touch with people like that with whom I was never very close to in the first place, but I’ve learned it’s pointless. If someone wants to communicate with you or hang out, or vice versa, well, it’ll probably happen. If not, it won’t. Working at the same place or being in the same class really don’t have as much merit as I used to think. There was a dance club upstairs, but we didn’t feel like paying the overwhelmingly ransom-like rate of 3 dollars a person to get in. Maybe we should have, the downstairs area was nothing special. There were like, MILFs everywhere, so to speak. It’s this new place in town and I’ve heard mention of it, and most of the people there are in their late 30s or 40s? What the eff? I don’t understand. We didn’t stay there very long, one friend got a giant margarita that we’re pretty sure had little to no alcohol in it, so that’s another strike against them. We finished up at another generic sports bar. I didn’t feel bad about spending money on food and booze unnecessarily, I just enjoyed myself, twas good.

Oh yeah, I don’t understand people. More specifically, women who I’ve at some point been interested in. Girl from Spanish class was in the library when I went there to borrow a Spanish book to do my homework. I saw her as I was passing through the reading room, and figured I wouldn’t make a big deal out of it, I would just sit down when I got back and play ignorant. I certainly wasn’t going to make the effort to say hi, considering I was pretty sure she didn’t really have any interest in being social beyond sitting next to each other in class. Naturally, because I was apathetic, she enthusiastically came over and said hi and chatted for five-ish minutes. Well, maybe not enthusiastically, but as enthusiastic as a shy, quiet girl would probably be without something legitimately decent to be enthusiastic about. Enthusiastic. She even put her feet on one of the leg-bar thingies of my chair. I didn’t ask to hang out or anything, she was there and then she left to go to class. What does this mean? Female readers help! I thought she was interested before, not sure if she was, I know she has a boyfriend, and the latest time I tried to hang out with her she shot me down. Now I don’t care, and she certainly seemed interested. Is this that whole "girls like a guy who ignores them" cliche that is heavily played up in movies and TV? Or is it nothing? Or, perhaps, thirdly, am I just crazy? I guess it doesn’t matter, whether I am crazy or everyone else is, I can’t understand anyone besides myself.