My life is glorious!

(September 9, 2011)
La la la, I love my life, it is glorious, and I'm so excited to email you. Even as great as my life is, your emails are a high point of my week. Have I mentioned that? They totally are. So basically, I'm actually somewhat on top of my coursework, I'm recovering from my illness, my TA job is making me LOADS of money (seriously. I feel like a freaking billionaire.) and I'm happy about all of these things.

Yeah, much as I'd love to believe that I don't make judgment calls, I pretty much always end up liking someone more the longer I know them. Sometimes, when I meet people, I'm intimidated by their greatness or expect them not to like me for this or that reason (is it bad that I judge people based on what they might think of me?) but I pretty much always find that they're far better to get along with than I originally feared. So honestly, you're probably even better than me on this front. But you will continue determinedly asserting that you are only half an optimist, and not positive :P Have we discussed the fact that you like to make up flaws for yourself? It's really a peculiar pastime.

Of course your version of "brief" is never, in fact, brief. The length of your parentheticals alone is a constant testimony to that. Google doesn't think parentheticals is a word. Parenthetical, yes, but not parentheticals. Screw you, the Google. Respectfully yours, Kristen Lois Nicholes.
Ahem. I was saying, though, please continue to write me long emails, no matter what the subject. You are endlessly entertaining.
Other boy news. My facebook status of a few days ago: "I'm definitely not qualified to deal with boys." And I'm totally not. Why? Because I'm now at fifteen boys (Slut. Sigh.) and I still haven't dated anyone. I made out with someone else this week. Why? Good question. It was nice, and mercifully, he doesn't like me enough to care that it was just a hookup. And we were very good indeed. I'm just feeling mounting dismay at this issue of mine that I don't seem to care to fix when I'm actually in a position to fix it. Do you even want to hear this? Probably not. I'm sorry, I shouldn't tell you stupid, mildly inappropriate things. Tell me to stop, if that's what you like :P
I'm going to undermine that apology by continuing with my analysis, as you can't actually tell me to stop right now :) Ha I swear that I shouldn't be allowed to deal with boys. Sometimes I feel I genuinely pose a mild threat to myself and far too many males. It's like knowing how to operate a motor vehicle without any understanding of traffic laws. I can get boys (some of them. A select few.) to want me. Some of them actually like me. Like crazy, let's date and stuff like me. But I have no idea how to behave myself in order for them to actually take me on dates/play hard enough to get that it will go somewhere. And of course there's that whole not knowing what I want thing that I've discussed with you before. Sigh. Dating's a minefield. Pfft. NOT dating is a minefield.

Ha, oo, some boys said "Hey, pretty lady" to me when I walked down the street yesterday. That happens!!!