Texas Update: Is it love?

Well, now it is the fall of my sophomore year of college, with winter quickly approaching. Galveston was my taste of Texas and, from what my Aunt has personally told me, it's basically gone. The historic piers have been decomposed by water and her apartment has gotten a taste of that too. The media has made it seem as though Galveston has become the new New Orleans. I want to travel there again, soon, to assess the damage for myself. That won't happen for a while though.

Love. Hard to describe, but it's what most people aspire to. Let's see, I am 19, 20 in May, so according to most people I have a couple more years before I really understand what love entails. A failed engagement does not count. However, when one is in a new refreshing, exciting relationship of three months, it is hard not to utter out that four letter word. Why is that? Why is it that when you have "warm" feelings for another that the love word has too much meaning to it. Why has society put so much weight on that word that it can not be the word I use. Even though, that is the only word to describe how I feel when I am around him. Filler words have to be used instead, until enough time passes that it is socially acceptable for me to say, "I love you."

"Sigh, not another boy," is what my relatives think whenever I tell them about my boyfriend. I have had many relationships, each with their own excitement that I can not contain myself. Each one usually feels like the best one ever. This relationship is not any different. I can not help but talk constantly about him, his benefits and flaws. I find myself doing more sexual acts for this man than any other, but does that show my commitment to him, or my eagerness to please? I am continuously discovering new ways to keep his interests peeked. I know I have him, he's mine and he's enjoying it, however, worrying always takes over. I must always keep things fresh so he does not get bored of me. I must always be interesting and refreshing, in order for him to stay with me. I do not see any unequal qualities between, but that could be my "thing called love but can not be called love" talking. Who knows where this will go. But I hope that when I look back at this blog, I will not have angry memories. Instead I hope to have happy memories about how great we once were. Not on how much of an asshole he is.

French, Texas, and Jokes

Taking Spanish was forced on me in eighth grade, and at the time I thought it was fun to even being learning a new language. Little did I know, it was something common and not at all rare. Well the excitement wore off during my sophomore year in high school, this was aided by my Spanish teacher Mister Woolner. I hardly passed the course and thankfully I was done with my second language requirement. French was always an exciting concept, however the teacher at my high school was labeled as the worse language teacher of all. I was actually able to see this in action--once. Therefore when college came along I knew right away which language I would choose this time to fulfill my requirements. My first year of college is now complete and I now know the basics of one of Europe's oldest languages.

Texas use to make me think of steak, sun, and dust. However, I had more sun and steak on my recent cruise, than while I was in the state of Texas. Dust and tornadoes seem to be above Texas, but no where near the tiny island I am on. So what does Texas now make me think of? Religion, manners, and sweat. Starting with manners, or the lack there of, many Texans believe they have manners, however they never seem to notice others around them. In addition to their lack of manners, their strong belief in religion allows them to close their minds to anyone else's point of view or ideas, which to me, is a another way of having a lack in manners. Now to sweat, it has not been pleasant to walk outdoors and start sweating the second I am out of the door. All of these make me not really care to visit Texas ever again. This state does not have much to offer me anymore.

While on the carnival cruise ship, I was given many jokes to make me laugh. I received a healthy dose of laughter daily. Some of the Jokes from the past week, plus some are scenes/jokes from TV shows:

What do you call a sheep with no legs?
A cloud.

"I watching this show the other night. It had a bunch of animals that they starved and then had them fight each other... I think it was called America's Next Top Model."

What do you get when you have the Titanic and the Atlantic Ocean?
Halfway.

What do you call a cow with two legs?
Lean Beef.

There were two muffins in an oven together. One muffin said to the other muffin, "Wow, it is hot in here!" and the other muffin said, "Oh my goodness!!!! A talking muffin!"

Well that is all for today--I think.