Procrastinating
I don't wanna be anything
Other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I can do is think of me and I have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms
Wondering what I gotta do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't wanna be anything other than me
- Gavin DeGraw: I Don't Wanna Be
I feel these words are how I feel right now about a comment I got about my pervy professor and his wandering eyes.
Harsh...
I know this is America and everyone has the right to say whatever they want, but I feel this also goes for clothing too.
My tees are part of who I am. They're part of my laid back personality. I already went through 12 years of uniforms (thank you Catholic school) where I couldn't express myself and that really sucked. We could only wear a few things that made us stand out (i.e. - jewelry, tights, shoes, etc.).
Have you worn uniforms as long as I have? Think about that right now and tell me.
I realize I can change what I wear to some drab clothing, but that's not me. I like my tees... other people like my tees, but really, that professor just crossed line and he really didn't need to say what he was doing (again, this is America).
We can all ridicule, make catty comments or turn our noses about what people wear, but just remember other people are probably making comments on what you wear, whether good or bad.
And really, if I stopped wearing worded tees, I would be half ass naked and the comments will still go on... probably worse.
He's a big perv anyway. He kept talking about sexy nurses' uniforms back in the day during anatomy lab. Cynthia and I left after an hour of watching a woman on steroids flex her muscles for the purpose of to show us how our muscles work (she really was gross looking... it didn't look like she had boobs).
Anyways... enough ranting.
I'm procrastinating. I have an exam in anatomy and I know damn well I should be working on the questions. The thing is... my head is about to explode; so I need a little break and you need a little update.
Halloween was just really quiet. I didn't go out or give out candy. My body was too sore to do anything for 2 days (Monday and Tuesday). My pectoral and my quad muscles were sore from circuit training. God, this sucks.
I miss BF... but I did talk to him Monday night. It was really nice to hear his voice and it rings in my ears in a good way. Derek's actually surprised that I kept it up this long. Well... it has been a year since I had a good to honest relationship with anyone.
Okay... I take that back. What I should have said was: It's been a year since I had something that lasted (and hopefully will last) a long time. We may have had a fight here and there, but we're still... well... here.
The rest of my week was pretty boring. I'm half way through my micro project and figured out my Gram positive organism which I think is pretty exciting.
Oh yeah... my ex, Kenny, pissed me off so bad that I decided not to talk to him anymore.
What happened, you ask?
Well... he and I were talking (which is a rare thing nowadays because... well... I just out grew him) and he was like... there's a nude photo of you on limeware.
I totally FREAKED out!!
So I called him in a frantic state, freaked out, shaking and crying all at the same time.
He lead me to believe this for a while until he said:
Other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I can do is think of me and I have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms
Wondering what I gotta do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't wanna be anything other than me
- Gavin DeGraw: I Don't Wanna Be
I feel these words are how I feel right now about a comment I got about my pervy professor and his wandering eyes.
Harsh...
I know this is America and everyone has the right to say whatever they want, but I feel this also goes for clothing too.
My tees are part of who I am. They're part of my laid back personality. I already went through 12 years of uniforms (thank you Catholic school) where I couldn't express myself and that really sucked. We could only wear a few things that made us stand out (i.e. - jewelry, tights, shoes, etc.).
Have you worn uniforms as long as I have? Think about that right now and tell me.
I realize I can change what I wear to some drab clothing, but that's not me. I like my tees... other people like my tees, but really, that professor just crossed line and he really didn't need to say what he was doing (again, this is America).
We can all ridicule, make catty comments or turn our noses about what people wear, but just remember other people are probably making comments on what you wear, whether good or bad.
And really, if I stopped wearing worded tees, I would be half ass naked and the comments will still go on... probably worse.
He's a big perv anyway. He kept talking about sexy nurses' uniforms back in the day during anatomy lab. Cynthia and I left after an hour of watching a woman on steroids flex her muscles for the purpose of to show us how our muscles work (she really was gross looking... it didn't look like she had boobs).
Anyways... enough ranting.
I'm procrastinating. I have an exam in anatomy and I know damn well I should be working on the questions. The thing is... my head is about to explode; so I need a little break and you need a little update.
Halloween was just really quiet. I didn't go out or give out candy. My body was too sore to do anything for 2 days (Monday and Tuesday). My pectoral and my quad muscles were sore from circuit training. God, this sucks.
I miss BF... but I did talk to him Monday night. It was really nice to hear his voice and it rings in my ears in a good way. Derek's actually surprised that I kept it up this long. Well... it has been a year since I had a good to honest relationship with anyone.
Okay... I take that back. What I should have said was: It's been a year since I had something that lasted (and hopefully will last) a long time. We may have had a fight here and there, but we're still... well... here.
The rest of my week was pretty boring. I'm half way through my micro project and figured out my Gram positive organism which I think is pretty exciting.
Oh yeah... my ex, Kenny, pissed me off so bad that I decided not to talk to him anymore.
What happened, you ask?
Well... he and I were talking (which is a rare thing nowadays because... well... I just out grew him) and he was like... there's a nude photo of you on limeware.
I totally FREAKED out!!
So I called him in a frantic state, freaked out, shaking and crying all at the same time.
He lead me to believe this for a while until he said:
I WAS KIDDING!!
What... the... fuck???
Needless to say, I hung up on him... and he proceded to talk to me online telling me he had to do something since we don't talk anymore and I've been rather short in our recent conversations.
I don't know... I think I just outgrew him.
For the past year, I've been trying to find myself and I finally have and I guess it made me slightly more mature. I'm just so sick of going through shit with my so-called friends that I think I'm growing apart from them.
Which is probably why I grew away from my last blog on xanga. Just tired of the "gimme gimme gimme" comment politics.
Anyway... I guess that's it for now.
LOL. Ciao for now.
posted by Miss Janie @ 4:15 PM
1 comments
1 Comments:
men suck.
that is all i will say. i've had a horrid week myself (wrote about it in xanga if you want to read). i need a vacay... want to go to fiji with me?
spam sucks.
mucho kisses.
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