Take your hands off me, hey

So, in the recent days since my last, shall I say it, more incidental blogs, relatively little has occurred in the soap-opera simulating life that is mine.
I've managed to suffer through nearly 22 hours of retched schooling per week,
wake up not once but thrice times with a hang over, of which a single time I thought I was still drunk because I could not raise my arms only to put the pieces back together and realize that it was entirely due to the workout class of hell called Kickboxing,
make-out in public.... on two separate occasions...ugh fine three,
have awkward eye contact with some random guy who constantly text messages me whom I have only met once to which I can recall little but that he wore a Beatles t-shirt,
oh, and apparently, I'm rather fond of the floor since I've accomplished the ever so difficult task of falling at every possible attempt.
And to finalize this top notch list of endeavors, I rang in the New Year with two of my BFFL's and hatred that radiated out of my eyeballs for my ex.

Again, not much as happened.

I did go see He's Just Not That Into You yesterday. I've had a moment of self actualization - I'm never going to find someone. I suppose, frankly, that I am content with that tidbit of information currently speaking. In all honesty, I think I tend to frighten most potential guys. I suffer from sever word vomit and it just comes out of my mouth before I realize what it is that I have actually said.
It's not always bad words vomit either. Which is what might be hardest part to conceptualize. Most people just don't understand what is it that I am saying. In my mind, things always seem a lot more funny and make a googleplex more sense than they do when the words eventually form out of my mouth. I reckon its my fast paced train of though. I sometimes have a hard time keeping time with it.


But, with all veracity, I'm perfect euphoric over my single status and the lap of luxury I have with it. I'm still maturing and if the moment presents itself for which a certain someone strikes my fancy, then I will be ready.

As for now, I'll stick to my humiliating moments of PDA's and vodka-crans priced at 2.00 to fuel my wild ways.
....and dancing.

Auf Wiedersehen