No Coffee, No Crying, No Whiskey, No Wine

Nothing else will do.

Yeah, so I figured out I don't really want to be *that* girl. You know... Gil Da Ran in Big. That poor girl that everyone feels sorry for because her man is playing her behind her back with some slut doctor, and he hasn't even told her he loves her, or even hung out with her that much, but she is just so god damn devoted to him because she thinks the world of him and is hoping one day he will, too. Oh, Gil Da Ran... Why?

I just need to know if I'm wasting my time. Am I? I can wait, you know. I'm patient with these things. I can wait for ages, but I need to know if we're on the same page. Because I know other men will love me. I'm not being egotistic... But that's just life. I have 4 more years to meet men, men, men. Hot men, sweet men, smart men, men who will tell me that they love men. Men who will bring me flowers. And I know I sound like some cheesey chick flick, like some gross girl's day dream. I know that. I am overemphasizing here. I just don't want to be the Korean drama girl. God, no. Those are the ones me and Monica say, "Ohhh poor baby!" to. But in the fact of my mind, I know, "Good Lord, you are so loyal and truthful and STUPID. Can't you see? Be with that goofy, younger, less-attractive boy who is going to treat you well!"

Gah.

I'm sick (not really/but I should be) of always talking like this. I have a brain. I have a future. I need to god damn figure out what I like to do, get a degree, and fuck society in how crazyhappysuccesfulunconventional I shall be. I guess it's just one of those days when the world has flown into my little head and pecked out some brains. I guess I'm just speculating too much. But I need the truth. I *can* handle the truth. I can handle nothing *but* the truth. Feed me lies and I will find out and I will be so hurt. I hate being fragile, but I think I am. My friend has called me strong, but I just don't think so. Not inherently. I can appear so, but in the end of it all, I'm just a plain old girl who thinks too much, like everyone else. There was a time when I didn't want to be happy. I thought I didn't deserve happiness. What I didn't know then was that I was happy. Happy and sad go right hand in hand. Because you can either be happysad or you can be nothing. You can feel, live or can be nothing. Do nothing. Live nothing. I tried living nothing, being "content". It is like being a Zahmbie. But then I discovered that to be happy, you have to be willing to get hurt. A lot. Constantly. For months! But you will still be happy. Like tonic prolongation: you may need to throw in a dominant fifth; but toss in that little two and there's no going back. Right now I may be in a diminished seventh mode. I am feeling blue; I have since last Friday at Zahm. And that's okay. But there are rules to being blue:
1) Don't hurt anyone. Don't insult anyone to make yourself "feel better."
2) Don't be a downer. Just have fun, or try to.
3) Talk to people about it. If you want. But not obsessively.
4) Do whatever you can to solve the blueness. Don't just expect it to go away.
5) If #4 fails, then just wait it out. But again, don't just expect it to go away. It takes time.
6) Do things you like and don't give a shit.
7) Be the best person you can be.
8) Make lists. They help for some reason.
9) Continue the list even when there's no reason to, just because there's a sureness in numbers.
10) Eventually end the list though, or else you'll go madder.

It's all okay. My eyes feel a little teary and I don't know why?

Tonight, though. Tonight, tonight. Tonight I am studying. I'm not going to be like other girls and say, "Oh I am sad, I'm gonna go find a boy!" No, no honey. Hey, guess what? That makes it worse. If a boy is the problem, why involve another? Then you have two problems! Yikes! Time to go.