I'm sorry

I'm sorry, I know it's been a couple months since I have written anything here, but I suppose I've been dealing with some personal demons which I don't think would have been much interesting reading here. Last night was the first time in a while I've really acted like a teenager. I didn't get home until after one, and it was the first time I've ever come home with my parents already asleep. I suppose since I am an adult I don't have a curfew, but it was strange to come home and not have someone waiting up for me.

I had a fun night, though it wiped me out.

It has made me think a lot about my relationship with men. I suppose we all have our neuroses when it comes to the opposite gender. I doubt many people are perfect when it comes to dating, at least if I have learned anything from my friends, everyone has different neroses. Some fall for those that have no idea they exhist, or those perpetually outside their  reach. Some date anyone...honestly I think we're all just scared. We're all just so scared that we're going to fuck things up, we don't know how to react with the opposite sex. Like we've never gotten past that time in first grade that someone said "boys have cooties" or "girls are yucky". We segregated ourselves willingly then, and now don't know how to deal with each other now that we're no long scared of catching "cooties".

Personally, my problem isn't attracting men. I've been able to get men interested. I can get almost every man interested. Not all of course, but most. It's still always am a little shaken when a guy seems completely disinterested. I suppose I've always determined my sex appeal based on men's interest so it shakes me when I can't get a guy to show an interest in me. Still those times are generally few and far between. Even if I'm not a guy's ideal woman, I can get them interested. My problem is what to do when I catch them. Truthfully, if I was going to make a fishing analogy. I have no problem hooking the fish, my lures are incredibly effective, it's just I always seem to freak out once I have one hooked and have to end up cutting the line, or a least let it go slack once they're there. I don't know why I do that. I suppose I'll have to try to psychoanalysize myself sometime when I'm more awake.

-Lia

I have been toying with the idea...

I have been toying with the idea of starting an advice blog. I'm sort of bored and I can't imagine dispensing advice is that hard. I mean, I have enough friends that ask me for advice anyway. I can't imagine there's much more of a qualification you have to have to be Dear Abby. I've basically become one of my friends, Neil's, apparent relationship guru. Or I suppose I should say girl interpreter. We talk often enough, but half of the time it's "what should I do about this girl I used to date"? I mean I haven't had the most stellar romantic life as of lately, ask anyone, but apparently I'm the resident relationship advisor. Interesting to say the least.

Though on the relationship front there is this really cute guy in my German Class, so it isn't completely bleak I don't think. We'll just have to see how that goes.

Writers Block

Writer's block isn't something I commonly get. And even now I don't think I truly have writers block since I'm writing now in a couple stories I have started, I just don't have anything really to say about me. Life has been going on, but I don't know what else to say about it. I admit I stole the name of this blog from a Beatles song, which I'm sure some of you have caught onto. I mean it's a pretty famous song "A Day in the Life", end of the Sgt. Pepper Album I'm pretty sure. Thinking about it right now, all I can think of is that interlude right now: "Woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head. Found my way downstairs and drank a cup. Looking up I noticed I was late. Found my coat and grabbed my hat. Made the bus in seconds flat..." Really that's just sort of how my life is going right now, just a bunch of little things that all are fine and nothing bad per se. Just nothing worth writing home about.

I spent all day yesterday car shopping. I now have a little black Nissan Versa out front. It's an adorable little car, easy to parallel park too which is spiffy since I haven't in years.