Completely Done or A New Me

Before I start the real content, as always, here's some pre-content. This is in response to my parking places. Yesterday night, like every Monday night, I had dance class at Ramsey. Now, Ramsey is twice as far away as Snelling. I take the elevator down to my car and as soon as I see my car from the elevator window I immediately think, "Fuck that!" and proceed to return to ground level and walk to Ramsey. I am NOT giving up that parking spot! Ever! I conveniently left 20 minutes earlier than normal so I just figured I'd walk instead of wait for a bus. I got about half way to Snelling, in the O House area, and I see Caleb's car at the red light so I walk up to it and he thankfully gives me a ride. I ended up arriving 10 - 15 minutes early but whatevs. I still have a kick ass parking spot. Thankfully I have friends in the class who can drive me back to Creswell because right when I call Paul, who lives in ECV right next to Ramsey, to drive me back, my phone dies... Oh well. Upon returning to Creswell, I baked cookies for Caleb because he failed his lab practical because the machine broke. My cookies are pretty amazing. Now real content.

I honestly think I'm done with guys. Done with hook-ups. Done with sex. Done with everything until I find the right person. There will be no more going over to someone's place when I feel as if something may happen. I thought I had turned over a new leaf on Easter but apparently the wind blew it a little. That leaf is permanently stationary now. I think I may just try girls now. Not try them as if they're some kind of tool or new dessert but actually date and form a relationship with one. Guys just aren't working (for anyone apparently). I've already talked to Sarah V. about it and have received her opinions on the matter and I plan on discussing this with several others.

On to a different note, same book different page, I can't believe I've lied about my sexual history. I guess being a virgin is more appealing to me and I would rather lie about it than tell people who don't care about the truth. As of last night, I guess I've technically had sex four times. I honestly feel as if I'm ashamed of my lifestyle. I really don't know what's wrong with me. I always thought I was such a better person. But, as I've been telling people a lot lately, everything happens for a reason. It is time for yet another new, but more permanent, Barrett.

Parking Places

Well, before I get into the important subject matter, I'll talk about my night. I went to Blur last night and it was interesting. I also went Friday night and Friday was probably more fun because there wasn't a crisis. Caleb and I danced some and that was fun. I finally got to see Daniel H. I haven't seen him in ages. Well, I've seen him around but we've never had a chance to talk or hang out. There was some drama last night which made the whole event a little distressing but whatevs. I told person that I wouldn't tell anyone anything so sorry guys.

Anyways, as I was driving back from lunch today I checked the three Creswell parking spots in hopes to get a really good spot. All full. Figures. Assholes. So I hang my head and admit defeat while returning to the parking deck. I turn into the deck and think about how empty it is. The best spot in the whole deck was left open!! What an idiot! You better bet I stole that spot. There are just some things people don't understand about good parking spots. When you get an amazing parking spot you leave it for nothing! I'm pretty sure the person who had that spot before me didn't drive his car for weeks. I remember it being a silver car for a really long time. I hope no one expects me to drive to anything for the rest of the semester. I got the best parking spot at Snelling once and I would have rather walked back to Creswell than leave my parking spot. (But of course I can't do that because I would have gotten a ticket...) Parking spots are rather ironic. When you get an amazing parking spot you really don't even need it because you aren't going to leave it. It's almost as if it's just bragging rights. And now I can finally brag again!