australopithicus afarensis

as much as i love taking biological anthropology from this professor, i hate the exams.
and the fact that i put them off. i put a lot of things off. and oops, that's an undesirable trait in the mating--i mean dating--game. ha.

i'm hoping that failing a one-credit fitness lab won't do much to lower my GPA. man, there i go again! i'm just lowering your opinion of me by your standards, aren't i? goodness, i'm such a fine prospect.

i am intelligent. i swear. i have faults and flaws aplenty, i know this. one major fault is that i don't put enough self-actualized effort into overcoming the changeable flaws i have. like procrastination. fix it now? i'll get back to you on that.

there are some intangible things i still hang onto from my past, who doesn't have any? however, i am glad to say they are a very small part of my memory, although still a somewhat bittersweetly cherishable few, but the more we spend time together, the more i go home to look at those old messages...messages that had been sent only hours before--well...the more i am apt to delete them forever. the stupid packrat i harbor in the back of my mind scuffles out and tells me it's the only visible memory i have left of that person. nonsense. i think i will delete them tonight; i have plenty of better memories i can look back on.

i can be pretty damn insecure, but again, what girl these days isn't? how often can one find that kind of gentleman that lowers those walls these days? what examples and experiences do we have to go off of? never mind: excuses. i can be insecure, i am trying to get over that as well, there.

i'm not that needy. i'm pretty low-maintenance for someone my age. i only like having what money i need; i honestly don't need that much to be happy.

i'll stop now before i freak you out, sir. any rationally thinking person should be by now.

-d