College has brought many new boys to my attention. I may, dare I say it, even fancy one. However, I don't know him particularly well yet.
I realized something tonight, as I was on facebook. I really need to get off facebook. But...he looks the same. You know the serial killers who all kill blond, middle aged women because they remind them of their abusive mother or whatever? Well, I have a very, very set in stone type. So yeah, I'm definitely not killing these boys, I promise.
But I don't really want to have a type. Unfortunately, my sort of college is full of my type. It lacks diversity big time. Sigh. At least I have a rough idea of what my future kids will look like already.
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About....the World...my World?
This blog follows some of the more random aspects of my life. Not always the most important, or the most interesting, but what sticks with me at the end of the day.
The Blogger
So I suppose that my identity isn't that much of a secret, but for the sake of avoiding pedophiles for a while longer...just call me Luna.
Me? I am an artsy-fartsy overanlytical bookworm who has a penchant for adjectives and traveling, and a fetish for shoes.
(P.S. I also have a tendency to write bad poetry and rant sometimes. Just go with it.)
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It was Andrea. All Andrea. She's awesome.
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