Regression

I need to move on with my life.

I need school to start, so that I can finish it.

And I need to graduate, so I can go off into the world.

I'm bored here in Virginia, but no more bored than being in Columbus.  

FINALLY.

I went out and bought a wireless router, because this business of me not being online consistently was driving me crazy.

But I'm not going to be online as much as I did when I did have a consistent connection.  I can't rely on it too much.  I need to go out and do stuff.  I really do.  I'm getting ridiculously lazy.

But anyways, I saw some movie trailers on apple.com and there are some movies I really want to see.  I can't remember the titles, but if I saw them, I would recognize them.  

I started looking for new music again.  This is sort of an old hobby of mine, but it's hard to do without the internet.  

You know when someone asks you to describe who you think is your ideal person of interest?  

I always thought that question was dumb, at least when I was asked.  

It's so hard to describe the ideal person.  How else can you describe the person besides, "perfect"?

Hence the word ideal.  

And every time someone asks me that question, I have no good answer.  

I remember when someone asked me what kind of girls I was into, I didn't know what to say.  Um, the good kind perhaps?  Granted, I didn't say that.  I actually didn't say anything.  The person asking never stopped talking so I never got a chance to answer, which turned out to be good, because I didn't have one.  

But they answered for me.  They said, "you like artsy girls."

What does that even mean?  

I like...art.  I suck at most forms of art.  But I still like art.  But, how does one come to the conclusion that I like artsy girls?

Is it the way I dress?  

With my then-not-broken-glasses?  Jeans?  T-shirt?  

**Tangent:

People love to label other people by the way they dress (guilty --> me).  It's funny how I'm a victim of it.  I've been labeled emo by various people.  Each with their own definition of it.  I listened to all their reasoning, and I accepted some.  But for one person, they labeled me emo because of the way I dressed, and I disagreed. 

If I called someone an idiot, and then they asked me why I think they are an idiot, and I answer, "because you dress like one."  Does that make sense?

No.

End of Tangent**

Needless to say, I don't know what an "artsy" girl looks like.  

I do have a thing for girls who can sing and play guitar or another cool instrument...

Note: Top girl not the same as bottom girl

Growing tired.  

Home

So I am home in Fairfax, Virginia a week earlier than I originally planned.  

I wanted to go to Ikea down in Cincy, and go to this sushi buffet (not Todai), also in Cincy.  

I had to drive all night to get home.  Left Columbus around 12AM and pulled into the drive way around 7:45AM.  It sucked.

Since I've been home, I haven't had a reliable wireless internet connection.  Which is kind of lame, but my internet time has been offset by my TV time.  All I do is watch TV.  And eat.  And maybe do some pushups here and there.  But not enough for it to do any good.  Basically I'm a bum.  And I hate it.

I applied for an internship for the Fall.  I did not get the position.  I'm not sure why.  I thought I interviewed well.  The only thing that struck me as odd was the fact that I wasn't interviewed by an HR rep., but by the intern manager, who by the way, is a rising senior, to my rising super status.  And the girl who was supposed to interview me, also an intern manager, showed up 5 minutes before my interview ended. 

I wasn't really impressed with they way things went, both on their end and my own.  I probably could have answered some questions better, and been more sociable.  But the thing I noticed most about this agency was that out of all the people I saw, a good 85% of them were women.  

I know what you're thinking.  

Holla Holla...

or not.

I honestly do believe I have the necessary qualities to work there.  I won't go as far as to say "the best" because I don't know who I'm up against, and one is never the best at anything.  Unless you're name is Usain Bolt. 

I won't hold it against them that they didn't hire me.  Because this will happen countless times.  But it was hard not getting the positions, simple after having the kind of summer that I had.  

Oh well.  I'll look for another job for the Fall, eventually.

Lately, I've been looking at the people in my life.  Well not everyone, just a few.  And I imagine what movie character they'd be.  It's pretty fun actually.  I won't go into detail, but it's interesting.  

It is September 7th.  

Cleveland Browns vs. Dallas Cowboys!!!  On ABC.  Watch it.

Besides that, I really have no reason to celebrate, because I'm not going back to Columbus until September 22nd or 23rd.  

I'm lonely.

Keep It Real.