So this past weekend I was home for Easter...but that is not what I want to talk about.
What I want to talk about is the new episode of Doctor Who! Oh my God, there is so much to say! First things first, the beginning of the episode when Rory and Amy are at home talking and going through everyday life. It is adorable. Then the invitation comes and I have to say, those were clever.
There are many theories floating around about who the astronaut that "kills" the Doctor is, but mine is that it is Amy and Rory's daughter. That would just be something. I have heard people say it is River, but I think River kills someone else. I have also heard someone theorize that River IS Amy and Rory's daughter, but I don't think that would work very well.
The last thing I want to talk about is The Silence. Yes, the aliens are called The Silence. The whole concept of people forgetting them right after they look away is genius! It makes sense that no one has ever talked about them before and how they could be spreading everywhere unknown. I am dying as I wait for the next episode.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Many Things Have Occurred
So it has been about a month since I last posted a blog on here. I have posted blog-like things on my Tumblr, but they will all be summarized and expanded upon on this one.
First things first, I am single. Yeah, I never put up here that I wasn't single, but that's only because it was too brief of a time to blog about. It was a Tuesday when I met up with my friend Nick, I had met him once before, but it was a while ago and we'd only talked on Tumblr and Twitter. On Wednesday we took a walk around campus together, just talking and getting to know each other a little bit better. He even joined my friends and me in the dining center that night, after which he and I exchanged numbers and talked for the rest of the night via text message. Thursday we ate lunch together and in the evening I went to his room, two floors below mine, and watched Adam Sandler movies while we tried to open a mango and eat it. Then his floor decided to go get frozen yogurt and I joined them. It was going well, I mean I was starting to like him and starting to wonder if he might be my boyfriend. Then on Friday we ate dinner together, went to a performance of my local band and went to a hookah bar with his floor.
Saturday afternoon is when he asked me to be his girlfriend, during which he talked about what he wanted from a relationship, a long term relationship, some of these things I regret agreeing to even if they never came to fruition. I agreed with his desires and then we went to buy and assemble Legos. We played Legos for about two hours and parted ways for a little bit so I could hang out with one of my friends. I admit, I did talk to my friend about him almost the whole time because it was something new for me, to have a guy actually be interested in me. Then we went to dinner and spent four hours hanging out in his room. I had to go to Mass the next morning, so I left at two AM to sleep, which didn't come easily to me.
You see, when we went out Friday, which we had decided was a date, I thought about all of the reasons I liked this guy. He had great taste in music, he liked John Green books for almost the same reasons I did, he was shy like me and a good listener, he had this cute little habit of twisting his hair when he was nervous, and he bit at his lip at times, which I'd always found adorable in guys. He was a mixture of my two favorite male book characters, Dexter from This Lullaby and Will from Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac.
This brings us to Sunday. On Sunday morning I woke up, got ready, and went to Church. Afterward my friends and I went to brunch, which we do every week. After that I met Nick in his room and we went back to my room to watch The Princess Bride, one of my favorite movies and one he'd never seen before. Then after the movie was over we kissed. I have to admit, it was my first kiss. In all my nineteen years, this was the first time I had ever been kissed. He asked me if it was all that I'd expected. I hadn't really expected anything, but it was a good kiss. He also told me he didn't remember his first kiss, to which I'd told him that I would definitely remember mine. After this we went out for dinner. We parted ways when we got back and I studied for a Spanish test I had the next day. He texted me a few hours later wanting to go on a walk. I knew what this meant. He was dumping me. But I didn't know why. In the two minutes it took me to meet up with him various scenarios ran through my head. I mean, I had figured he would dump me eventually, I just didn't expect it to be so soon. And then he told me. He said he'd had this gut feeling all along that he didn't really like me that way. But he'd decided to neglect that feeling, but when we kissed he didn't feel that "spark."
On Wednesday I'd decided it was time to get over it and be friends. He agreed, and we talked for a little bit. Then he stopped replying to my messages rather abruptly. I ignored it for a while, but when almost a week had gone by I decided to confront him about it. He told me he was avoiding "potential drama." To which I told him that I didn't want drama, just to be friends. I also told him that if he didn't want to be friends he just had to say so. So he did. He told me he just wanted to be acquaintances and say "hi" when we pass each other on campus. This, doesn't seem to be an issue though because I've only seen him once in the time after our breakup.
Despite all the douche-bag things he has done to me, I still wish we could be friends. I much rather would have had him tell me he didn't like me that way from the beginning. It would have saved him from having to breakup with me, and it would have saved me a heartbreak. It also would have kept our friendship, which had barely gotten a real chance, in tact. He told me when he dumped me that he felt like I should hate him. He told me he felt really bad about what he did. He felt. He kept saying "I feel" instead of thinking about how I would feel. This, I think was the big downfall. And still, I wish we could be friends because he was a nice guy until the end and I still don't hate him.
So, Nick, if you are reading this because it was linked on my Tumblr, just know that I don't hate you, and this is how I felt about the whole thing that happened between us. And sorry if I was a bitch on Tumblr and Twitter, but sometimes you were a douche and I got a bit angry. None the less, I really do wish we could still be friends. But I know it's not what you want, so I won't force it upon you.
First things first, I am single. Yeah, I never put up here that I wasn't single, but that's only because it was too brief of a time to blog about. It was a Tuesday when I met up with my friend Nick, I had met him once before, but it was a while ago and we'd only talked on Tumblr and Twitter. On Wednesday we took a walk around campus together, just talking and getting to know each other a little bit better. He even joined my friends and me in the dining center that night, after which he and I exchanged numbers and talked for the rest of the night via text message. Thursday we ate lunch together and in the evening I went to his room, two floors below mine, and watched Adam Sandler movies while we tried to open a mango and eat it. Then his floor decided to go get frozen yogurt and I joined them. It was going well, I mean I was starting to like him and starting to wonder if he might be my boyfriend. Then on Friday we ate dinner together, went to a performance of my local band and went to a hookah bar with his floor.
Saturday afternoon is when he asked me to be his girlfriend, during which he talked about what he wanted from a relationship, a long term relationship, some of these things I regret agreeing to even if they never came to fruition. I agreed with his desires and then we went to buy and assemble Legos. We played Legos for about two hours and parted ways for a little bit so I could hang out with one of my friends. I admit, I did talk to my friend about him almost the whole time because it was something new for me, to have a guy actually be interested in me. Then we went to dinner and spent four hours hanging out in his room. I had to go to Mass the next morning, so I left at two AM to sleep, which didn't come easily to me.
You see, when we went out Friday, which we had decided was a date, I thought about all of the reasons I liked this guy. He had great taste in music, he liked John Green books for almost the same reasons I did, he was shy like me and a good listener, he had this cute little habit of twisting his hair when he was nervous, and he bit at his lip at times, which I'd always found adorable in guys. He was a mixture of my two favorite male book characters, Dexter from This Lullaby and Will from Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac.
This brings us to Sunday. On Sunday morning I woke up, got ready, and went to Church. Afterward my friends and I went to brunch, which we do every week. After that I met Nick in his room and we went back to my room to watch The Princess Bride, one of my favorite movies and one he'd never seen before. Then after the movie was over we kissed. I have to admit, it was my first kiss. In all my nineteen years, this was the first time I had ever been kissed. He asked me if it was all that I'd expected. I hadn't really expected anything, but it was a good kiss. He also told me he didn't remember his first kiss, to which I'd told him that I would definitely remember mine. After this we went out for dinner. We parted ways when we got back and I studied for a Spanish test I had the next day. He texted me a few hours later wanting to go on a walk. I knew what this meant. He was dumping me. But I didn't know why. In the two minutes it took me to meet up with him various scenarios ran through my head. I mean, I had figured he would dump me eventually, I just didn't expect it to be so soon. And then he told me. He said he'd had this gut feeling all along that he didn't really like me that way. But he'd decided to neglect that feeling, but when we kissed he didn't feel that "spark."
On Wednesday I'd decided it was time to get over it and be friends. He agreed, and we talked for a little bit. Then he stopped replying to my messages rather abruptly. I ignored it for a while, but when almost a week had gone by I decided to confront him about it. He told me he was avoiding "potential drama." To which I told him that I didn't want drama, just to be friends. I also told him that if he didn't want to be friends he just had to say so. So he did. He told me he just wanted to be acquaintances and say "hi" when we pass each other on campus. This, doesn't seem to be an issue though because I've only seen him once in the time after our breakup.
Despite all the douche-bag things he has done to me, I still wish we could be friends. I much rather would have had him tell me he didn't like me that way from the beginning. It would have saved him from having to breakup with me, and it would have saved me a heartbreak. It also would have kept our friendship, which had barely gotten a real chance, in tact. He told me when he dumped me that he felt like I should hate him. He told me he felt really bad about what he did. He felt. He kept saying "I feel" instead of thinking about how I would feel. This, I think was the big downfall. And still, I wish we could be friends because he was a nice guy until the end and I still don't hate him.
So, Nick, if you are reading this because it was linked on my Tumblr, just know that I don't hate you, and this is how I felt about the whole thing that happened between us. And sorry if I was a bitch on Tumblr and Twitter, but sometimes you were a douche and I got a bit angry. None the less, I really do wish we could still be friends. But I know it's not what you want, so I won't force it upon you.
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