Under the bridge downtown

Something I've been noticing lately, and I find it quite hilarious: girls can't seem to understand guys. I've been reading about that a lot lately. Like, What's something you'd like to understand? and the answer is "guys." I grew up in a house full of men. The ratio was 4:3. Doesn't sound like a big difference at all, but living with four men is actually living with eight because they're each another person to take care of and clean up after. Not to mention my brothers' friends coming over (who were guys), my cousin Brian and uncle who visited all of the time, and my doggie, Arnold, who was also a boy. So, I guess I understand guys and their motives and reasons for doing asshole-like things. Let's face it. Guys are assholes. I'm sorry if I'm offending any guy out there who is reading this and who thinks that they're not assholes. Sorry, you are. And it kinda makes you an even bigger one for not knowing the reasons why you're an asshole. Every guy has that other chromosome which makes you an asshole. It's not so much that girls don't know that all you think about is sex, sleep and food, but we, as more complex beings, don't understand why. Why must you think with only one head at a time? Yeah, sure, God only gave you enough blood to run one at a time, but it amazes me how dumb guys are. You think you find a good one, someone who will treat you differently because they promise you the world...and then they do a 180 on ya and become douche bags. I do know nice guys, who generally aren't assholes, but there's still a tick somewhere inside of them, waiting to go off any second. Maybe not toward you, but to someone else, they will be morons. I can't comprehend how anyone can think about sex all of the time. Like ALL OF THE TIME. And I used to think that it was an exaggeration, but no. It's true. Guys just want sex and it seems that, if they're desperate enough, they'll get it from anywhere. Oy. Dumb butts.

I go back to school and I'm excited to go back. A few days ago I was sad at the thought of going back to school and leaving peeps here but then I realized that I have no reason to be sad because I'll see them in like three weeks or so. I get a five day weekend in February so I'll be home then. PLUS Andrew and I are gonna see the Spice Girls in like two weeks, so he'll stay with me one night. It's a good time being away, but after a while, I miss being home in my comfy bed, uninterrupted by complete bullshit. And I'm thinking, if I don't stay at Hofstra and wind up going Upstate, I don't have the option of coming home as often, so I should get used to it.

I had a weird dream last night that Hofstra offered me $30,000 for next year. Meaning that I could stay. Oy.

The thought of possibly going to a new school and starting over again, having to make new friends, learn the campus, etc, is nerving. It's too soon to get the jitters over it, but I can't help to think that if I go away again, I'll have to do it again and this time I won't have Coral there to keep me company. While all of the other kids, who have been there for a year already, will be hanging out with their friends, I'll sit there alone. It's something ya gotta do, and everyone goes through it at some point, it's just annoying. I think if I leave Hofstra, I'll miss it and the awesome people that I've become friends with, but I don't see a possibility of staying there because of money. Even if they give me more, I'll wind up paying more than at a SUNY. Like Maz says, I don't want to be rich, I just don't want to worry about having money. I guess it makes the world go 'round.

Peace nukkas.