I think that it is necessary to give a bit of background for this post. This is not a filler post because I'm getting lazy...at least not just yet. When I had the whole idea to write about the past few years, I figured I would need to delve into some older posts on other blogs I used to keep up with. I found one from the beginning of my sophomore year where I birthed the idea of "the pathetic pool." I still refer back to this post as one of my favorite casual writings. So as I continue to work on my fairly lengthy piece about classroom etiquette, I present the pathetic pool:
“Anyway, I've been noticing reoccurring themes in many conversations I have with my roommate. This isn't necessarily a bad thing... until you consider the content. I tell her to go to hell, she says I'm already there. We usually have this same banter back and forth or just one of us continues this conversation every day. Of course we bitch about not wanting to go to class; this is highly acceptable because going to class just gets in the way of college. But the conversation we seem to have at least once every day is our complete lack boyfriends or dates for that matter. And it's not for lack of trying either. We don't just sit around and bitch and not try to do anything about it. At the same time, we're not just looking for a bit of ass either. It seems that we've realized that we're just poking around looking for a really good guy. I'm not saying that there's not one out there, but you guys seem to have really good hiding spots. So for now we figured we're just wading in the pathetic pool. I'm not looking for sympathy or a hardcore relationship, I'm just asking that someone give me a hand out of the pool... or at least toss me some of those little floaties. Later...”
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