Just A Bigger Closet

Okay, so for anyone who has been following the lab partner chronicles, this will likely be the last entry in the series. Before I get to the good stuff though, allow me to give you guys some background information that will be helpful to the story: Okay, so I mentioned that D didn't end up being my lab partner. He ended up partnering with a girl we'll call S and I'm with a girl we'll call C. Honestly, C is probably my last choice of a partner of the three. She seems pretty smart in most areas, but for one thing she NEVER takes the lead in lab. I basically end up doing everything myself. Not only that, but despite her coming off as fairly intelligent, she'll make the most random comments or occasionally ask the dumbest questions. The type of questions that make me look at her like "Bish, did you for real just ask that?" Like, genuine, dumb-blonde questions. Okay, so on to the juicy main part of the story: So I had my lab again today. Five minutes int

Well well well! This is the continued story of the Lab Partner. A couple things have happened and I felt compelled to update. I will update in two parts for length purposes.  Firstly, he didn't end up being lab partners. We switched last minute, so now he sits at my table but is partners with someone else. It's not a big deal (It's actually probably for the best) Onto the story, I did something immensely embarrassing. So we had a test in our science class today and last night our professor had a test review. Since my campus is huge, I have to take a bus to get to the science building. When I boarded the bus, the guy (lets call him D from here on out since that is his first initial) was sitting in the back. I guess I wasn't quite ready to let it go, so I attempted to be a little flirty... Which was my first mistake. My second mistake is how I went about trying to be flirty. From the front of the bus I texted him "Nice hat". I figured that this was simple, t

Today I am bringing you all a slightly random and off-the-wall post about a problem I face every single year: Jeans. Now, I love a good pair of jeans. They're a wardrobe classic and can be worn for basically every outfit in fall, winter, and the beginning of spring. My issue, however, lies in the fit. I have never found a perfectly fitting pair of jeans.  I guess the issue lies in my unique physique. You see, my entire life I have been extremely thin. Too thin. Every time I went to the doctor for a yearly checkup, they would find that was I was generously beneath the healthy weight for my height, and proceed to ask many pointed questions about how much I ate and whether I ever felt the desire to throw up food after eating it. From the time that I was about 13 until I turned 17, my doctor was very convinced that I had an eating disorder. I even received a congratulations from him when I was 17 and started weighed in the healthy bracket. The thing is though, I have never had an e

SORRY THAT ITS BEEN A WEEK SINCE MY LAST POST! IM WORKING ON SEVERAL BUT THEY'RE TAKING TIME AND/OR NOT ABLE TO BE COMPLETED JUST YET So remember in my last post how I went on about my lab partner? And his sexuality? And his staring? Well... I think I may have jumped the gun... Whoops 😅 Because, while I still suspect that he might be gay, and while he was definitely staring at me all day the first week of class, I don't think he likes me. Like whatsoever. I guess I got a bit excited about the possibility and let my mind kind of run with it. Oh well, it might be for the best because I don't know how compatible we would have been anyway (and he was shorter than ideal 😜). It's tough being gay and wanting a relationship. You want to date someone for their personality first, but thats kind of hard when you only know like two gay guys anyway 😐

Remember how I complained in my last blog post about how all the hot guys I see are too short? I guess I should eat my words. I have science lab on Thursdays for plant biology. It's an obnoxiously long class, and I'm not really a science person, so it's usually pretty bland. My story begins a few weeks ago when we met for our first class. Because it was drop/add week, we only went over the syllabus and how to work a microscope. I had worked with microscopes in the past, and had pre-read the syllabus, and so class that day was extra boring. And when I get bored I zone out. And when I zone out I stare. This can get me into some pretty awkward situations, such as during this first class when I caught myself zone-out staring at the hot guy a couple tables over. Only that's not the bad part. The bad part is that I only realized I was staring, because he looked at me . I blushed scarlet, and avoided zoning out for the rest of class. As mortifying as it was in the moment,

Okay, this is a sincere post to say one thing: WHY ARE ALL THE GUYS MY TYPE THAT I FIND HOT SO MUCH SHORTER THAN ME!?!? I try not to be too superficial about appearances, but one of my only deal breakers is when a guy is shorter than me. I can deal with the same height, or even an inch under, but literally every hot guy I see is multiple inches shorter than me. It's not even like I'm super tall or anything. The average adult male height in the US is 5'10, and I am exactly that. So why is every hot guy 5'8 or under? It honestly doesn't even make sense. All the guys that are taller than me are not my type. It is quite frustrating.