So, it’s been a while. However, life is pretty good. I do some pretty foolish stuff, but it’s all out of love. You know? I say stupid things, but it’s just because I want people to be happy.
So, yeah, I really need to think about…
I feel all the time like a cat on a hot tin roof. I can’t seem to get better. I can’t seem to do it. I can’t become who I would like to become. I miss ____. He changed so much, and I don’t know him anymore. And I have nothing. I dreamed about ____ last night. I cried on the way to school today.
If only _____ would be here for me. I need _____. I feel like I need.
I finally understand the meaning of 110% humidity. I know you say it can never happen, but I believe it is perpetual in Kansas.
Why the bitter tone? Because I’ve been in Lawrence every day, walking up and down, up and down. But I love my classes. Okay, love is a bit strong. Intro to Drama and Concept of Love in the Middle Ages are good classes. Honors Bio will be okay. Econ and chem will kick my butt.
Try and believe this. My chem class has 1000 people in it. yes, that’s three zeros.
I like downtown Lawrence, and I like people. Especially friendly ones. It’s been strange; I’m only in bio major requirements at the moment, but to me, my most important major is social welfare. oh well. eventually, dears, eventually.
okay, so maybe i have this knack for picking people to like with whom i have no chance. I knew that I could never be with this person, but i just had to be. I was rejected for anything but friendship this morning.
and my one other crush? never gonna happen. i feel a touch like i did last year.
I know, I know. Here she goes again. Oh, wait, she never went there.
It’s quite strange when crushes are confused for love or lust is confused for love or just plain hate is confused for love.
I love. But maybe 2 of the approximately 6 billion people on earth (I actually have no idea even what billion we live in these days) know who. That was a bad sentence because by the end, you forgot the beginning.
I don’t know. I really didn’t have much to say except that things would be way easier if I could read everyone’s minds, or everyone could read mine. Sick, I know.
Please just let me know your crazy, messed up, perverted thoughts. ‘Cause I thrive off of them.
So, after two days of terribly boring orientation, I am finally enrolled in KU.
I’m, uh, taking:
Principles of Molecular and Cellular Biology Lecture and Lab Honors (4 hours)
Foundations of Chemistry 1 Lecture and Lab (5 hours)
Intro to Econ Lecture and Discussion (3 hours)
Intro to Drama (3 hours)
The Concept of Love in the Middle Ages Honors Tutuorial (1 hour)
Yeah, with 9 hours of lab sciences, I will definitely be a lab rat. My chem lab is at 7:30 in the morning. I’m so excited. My butt is going to get kicked by chem and bio. But that’s okay.
Talk to me if you want my schedule…maybe I could get some classes with some of you.
-Bethany
I had a lot of fun in Boston. I bought cute stuff, ate more than I even want to think about, and saw Beatles impersonators. Yeah, you saw that correctly. Impersonators? Yeah. The guy impersonating Paul looked freakishly like him. And they sounded a lot like the Beatles (except the “Ringo” was a lot better drummer than the actual Ringo). Anyway, it involved a lot of beer, drunk people doing the twist, and old people reliving very, very intense acid trips.
There are a lot of beautiful Italian people in Boston. I mean Italian. You know, darker skin, perfect noses, dark hair, dark eyes. I drooled everywhere I went.
And one of my best friends (a pastor’s daughter) got in a fight with a very insane girl on Cape Cod. Insane. She mooned us (she had a hard time squirming out of her leggings), kicked water and sand on us, and cawed like a seagull. Insane. My friend attempted to shove her into the ocean; there was kicking and hitting. And all I know is, my awesome friend was excited because she was finally going to get to punch someone. I know. I almost cried at that special moment.
But, perhaps most excitingly, I’m home. Somewhat ready to have fun. Mostly, I’m hungry right now, so off to eat some breakfast.
Goodnight and Goodluck.
I’ve been wondering a lot lately. It doesn’t seem fair. I’m a Christian, yet I see hypocrisy. I mean, I’m no better, but most people don’t even see that they’re hypocrites. The one that’s bugged me the most recently is gay / bi. No one cares or gets offended or grossed out if two hetero people get divorced or remarried (which is considered a sin in the Bible). No one gets grossed out when two hetero people have sex in a movie. But, God forbid there be a gay couple even holding hands anywhere. I firmly believe (and am the only person in my family who believes this) that it doesn’t matter what your sexuality is as long as you love God and the person you’re with. We all fall short of the glory of God. Yet, there is this tendency to pick and choose which practices we will be most offended by. I don’t know. That’s just what I think. The Bible says that nothing will separate us from heaven and God (except blaspheming the Holy Spirit), and I believe that includes homosexuality.
That’s just me.
Love,
Beth
So, as you can see in the “about me” page, I’m a typical girl, hoping someday to become…a person. Until my life drastically changes, which could be tomorrow, I shall be off. But I love you still.