It’s Ok Thursday

I’m getting back into the swing of things: new semester, new job, new adventures.

Let’s link up, shall we?

Its Ok Thursdays

It’s ok…

+ That I didn’t get very much done this summer, but instead watched a lot of Netflix and read 42 books

+ That only one of the aforementioned books was off of my classics list

+ That I had froyo for lunch yesterday

+ That some of my closest friends moved away. I’m determined to keep in touch.

+ That I didn’t really do any prep for school until about 15 minutes before I left for class

+ That I brag about being awesome

+ That instead of doing my laundry, I washed one pair of shorts, one top, and one bra to wear immediately

+ That I stayed up super late to finish a book and slept in until 9am

+ That I am completely dreading dog sitting next week

+ That I still haven’t paid my tuition for this semester

+ That I have way too many crushes right now

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It’s Okay Thursdays

Its Ok Thursdays

It’s Okay…

+ That I suck at blogging. I need to preschedule posts instead of thinking I’ll find time in my crazy life to do them.

+ That I’ve read 4,538 pages in the past week and a half and not one of them has been from Anna K.

+ That my library books are overdue.

+ That I pretended to be 20 years old this weekend.

+ That I haven’t bought any of my school books yet. Or paid my fall tuition. Oops.

+ That I ate way too many sweet potato fries this weekend.

+ That I have lots of crushes on people I’ll never actually date.

I’m not a player, I just crush a lot.

I will freely admit that I am one of those girls who fall in like very quickly. Whether it’s the cute Coast Guard boy in my accounting class, Alec Baldwin, or someone I have an actual shot at dating, I tend to read people fairly well and assess their potential in my large pool of daydream scenarios.

When I’m not crushing on a real, live human being, I sometimes turn to fictional characters. That’s right, I’m a fictiophile. I wouldn’t say I’m quite as creepy as the middle aged women who gets tattoos of Edward Cullen’s face on their bodies, but I’m heading in that direction.

Some of my current and former crushes include:

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Oliver Wood (book version, not movie version)

In the books, we get to see him as a man in control (and maybe a little OCD). Yum.

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Super Grover

Yes, I have a crush on a Sesame Street character. But it’s the superhero version, so back off.

Marius from Les Mis
If you’ve never seen Les Mis, you really should. I relate so much to Eponine, admiring Marius from afar and dreaming of being with him.
Cory Matthews

How can you not love Cory Matthews? I remember being young and watching Boy Meets World, dreaming about the day I’d meet a guy just like him,  loving and goofy.

Peeta Mellark (book version since I haven't seen the movie)

Oh, Peeta. He may be the perfect guy. Loving, protective, creative, and funny. Plus, he can bake.

Matt Saracen

I dare you to watch Friday Night Lights and not fall in love with Matt. He is so sweet, shy, and dorky, it makes me squeal. Watching him pursue and then love Julie is the most adorable thing ever.

Henry Alden from The Boxcar Children

One of my biggest childhood crushes. I used to dream I was their neighbor and got to go on adventures and fall in love with Henry.

Ephram Brown

Everwood was my favorite show through middle school/early high school. Ephram was my dream guy and probably the reason I dated a pianist. He was dark and brooding, and yet had this sarcastic humor I just loved.

 I’ve left out one of my biggest crushes: my Disney “prince” crush! You can see him revealed here tomorrow. (Ah, the anticipation).

And now that I’ve ‘fessed up, who are some of your fictional crushes?

Don’t ever confess your love via post-it note

I really wish I had learned real-life applicable lessons growing up.  Neither my parents nor school took the initiative to teach me important things like “how to negotiate salary without sounding like a douche” or “how to survive the bathroom of a frat house”.  These are things I needed to learn.  But as is life, we all must learn important lessons through trial and error.

The greatest love story of my life lasted 5 wonderful years.  I was 5 and he had just moved in down the street.  It was love at first sight (at the bus stop that is).  I was smitten.  He had an amazing collection of Beanie Babies and all the best computer games.  We’d spend hours battling typhoid and trying to save our buffalo on the Oregon Trail.  My obsession grew and grew.

Finally one day in fourth grade we started talking about crushes.  He admitted to liking Nicole Madgziak, the pretty popular girl of our grade (so typical).  I was heartbroken.  He kept bugging me to tell him who I liked.

I was so torn.  Confess my love and risk it all?  Maybe he’d love me too!  Maybe he’d share his snack pack with me at lunch!

Seeking advice, I called my best friend and told her my dilemma.  She suggested using a proven medium to convey my feelings: the post-it note.

I proceeded to lock myself in the bathroom with a pad of green post-its and a milky pen.  I wrote out in bubble letters “You”, opened the door, stuck it to the front, and slammed it shut as fast as I could.

All I heard was the sound of him running out of my house.  We haven’t spoken since.