Life Goes On

So my life goes on.  I am really, really enjoying my classes.  The guys are really friendly.  However, they are guys and guys will be guys as was discovered today in my class.  We were discussing hardness testing and our professor asked the definition of hardness and I was like "the amount the object withstands penetration" (which is the definition, :D).  And the guys all snickered.  Then, the professor's like "so, what does it mean if during penetration the penetrator hits a 'wall'?" and the guys kinda fell apart... (like, "idk...it's an 'unused' material?", lol)

So then in my next class, the guys were all lovely and nice.  Some of the guys are major cute but they all have these really dirty mouths so...idk.

I recently found out that one of my friends may be on pot and it's really bugging me.  I like want to tell him to stop and all but he's like "it's not addictive" and "i've been doing it for two years..." So I'm really annoyed.  I don't know what to do.  I guess I can't really do anything except pray for him...but yeah.

Thankfully, I finished my applications for nomination to my senators/representative.  And I've submitted all my college essays (except for my ROTC app) so it's just waiting.  Except I still have to submit a resume for ROTC, an essay for ROTC, a PFT for ROTC, a CFA for USAFA and a CFA for USNA.  But not much really.  Oh, and pay two application fees of $70 each.  (Sigh.)

I've begun to "want" a bf again.  Like, I go through these cycles.  I think I generally want one when I'm starting to get stressed out and just want to disappear.  So I want a bf who will take me out and pay attention to me, lol.  Sounds kinda self-centered but yeah...

I've just realized I'm kinda ranting right now but I just need somewhere to dump my thoughts.  Like, I think the thing that bugs me the most, even though I try not to let it bug me, is that my 'rents get my name wrong.  I mean, I get it - there's five of us; it's hard - but it still bugs me.  I think years of being called "Alis-Karen" are finally starting to wear me thin.  I almost can't wait to go somewhere where I'll actually be called my name (even if it is just my last name, lol).  [The worst part isn't that they get my name wrong, but that when they're apologizing for it, they get it wrong again, lol!  It's like "Alis-Kar - oh, I'm sooo sorry, Alis-Karen - I mean, Karen..." SIGH.

End Rant.