It's not vanity, it's confidence

It’s kind of disappointing when people tell me they don’t read.

“If you get a chance, you should totally read *insert book title here.*”

“Oh, no thanks, I’m not really a reading kinda guy.”

But books are like magic…what?

So yeah, here I go…to a party where I don’t really know anyone going. Lol. Although, let’s be real. It’s group of cadets. I’ll know someone.

Is that weird? Probably. I’m not sure. Because like…it makes sense to me, kinda. Because there’s no threat if he’s got a girlfriend…

I don’t mind petting Zach or Joseph’s hair. Because it’s nice. And friendly and stuff. I mean, it has to be. Because they’re both kind of getting married (and by kind of I mean absolutely). Or Jesse. It’s normal to be weird on a bed with him…lol. That sounds terrible, I guess. But it makes sense to me.

I can’t do that with single guys because…well, that would insinuate real flirting. And maybe even toying with someone’s heartstrings. And I don’t like toying with heartstrings…that’s just not cool…like, I actually think I’m borderline a terrible person when I try flirting with people sometimes (not always, but sometimes)…

So yeah, I’ve discovered that I’m especially touchy with boys with serious girlfriends.

Not sure if that’s a problem or not.

Laura, you is a strong independent black woman who don’t need no man. Or whatever this post is about. :)

Bahahaha. For once, this post isn’t about being single. Lolz. Do I really post about singledom that often? I’ll try to avoiding doing so in the future. Because who wants to listen to me talk about that? =P

But nah, it was more about military stuff. I just…I’m so nice that sometimes I have no backbone and just do things because it’s easier than making a fuss…because when I do make a fuss, my argument always comes out stupid (even when it’s legitimate)…

It’s depressing…

When I think about liking other boys.

Is that weird? I dunno. I know we’re not dating…but it just feels wrong…

I am truly lacking in the blog-worthy thoughts department.

Thus, it comes down to this. And I must tell you of my love for Spock.

Soooo, every time he gets all weird and logical and Vulcan…I can’t help squealing/twitching/jumping in my seat.

It’s like, the fight everyone has. You know? That lame fight between having emotions and having none at all. And the characterization of it all is just too good. It KILLS me. And, to be completely honest, I find it terribly sexy. Because HOLY CRAP. NOTHING’S SEXIER THAN…uhhhh, being intelligent and awkward and emotionless (but not really)?

Nevermind Captain Kirk and his good looking face.

Because, let’s be real people. THIS IS WHERE IT’S AT:

Gahhhhhhhhhhh. I’m practically foaming out my mouth I’m so excited. Best character ever. Holy crap. And I suppose it’s helpful that Zachary Quinto, in and of himself, is freakishly good looking.

But HOLY MOLY. His struggle between being human and Vulcan…is just so…DSFKJSDLFKJKFJSEXY. And my favorite part of the plot.

And anyway. Okay. My hormones haven’t died down yet either. So maybe that explains some of this.

So….I’ll leave you with this last beautiful picture:

Spock…is just so sexy. I can’t deal with it. It’s a problem that makes too much sense…I should really be attracted to the Captain Kirk type. Like everyone else in this world. But nooooo. I like…Spock. Whatever. =P

Fickle

That’s what my heart is

There’s nothing strong enough

to tame it

to keep it

from being fickle

It’s nice

throwing your eggs in a million baskets

because then all your eggs can’t break at once

I don’t want all my eggs to break at once

I only have twelve eggs…