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Do not say “I like you” to that special someone unless you’re in a place to address/do something about those irresistible, lay awake at night feelings of yours.

Do not focus so much on finding the right person, that you neglect the need for you to be the right person.

After realizing that you need to be the right person, perhaps you’d be in a place to go further than the mere words of “I like you”

If you’re looking at pursuing a relationship,

-Be their friend Most of time when you walk into a room, you already begin “weeding out” people in the room, dateable, not dateable. Most of the criteria of which is physical attraction and/or initial emotional pleasantries like humor or kindness.
Instead, it’s most beneficial to determine who would make a better friend, unfortunately that takes a lot more time than perceiving biceps and curvilinears.
A friend relationship is the most meaningful.

-Define the relationship.
Discuss goals. Marriage? Relationships? Dates? Snuggle Buddy?
Agree on expectations of each other. Do we give gifts? Is spending time enough? What kind of words hurt us/encourage us? Are we out to serve each other or be our own persons? How do we interact with friends?
All hard conflict comes from differing expectations, there are no exceptions.  
Agree on a way to conflict resolute. We’ll talk it out immediately, We’ll take time to cool off then we’ll ask someone for advice. Discuss and agree on a protocol for a baseline, or else when conflict comes up there’s just tons of uncertainty, lack of safeness in the relationship.

Discussing these things before you pursue a relationship, will save time, energy, wasted emotion, and sleep.
Let’s try to keep the number of broken hearts to a minimum. 

This will help you make sure those butterfly feelings, don’t flutterby as fast they came.
 

Anonymous asked: what crazy thing you want to do before you graduate?

Good question…not too sure.
I’ve got 6 days to decide 

Comparison is the end of all happiness, but also the beginning of contentment. 
Some people never see the latter.  

…is the cost of the 2012 graduation tassel. I just purchased it from the Campus Bookstore.

I can’t believe I’m done with University.
 

The most and least fashionable cities in America.

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Here’s the thing.

I was just in Irvine not even a week ago, and I attend University in the city of Buffalo.
Thereby, bridging (yep you guessed it) the most and least fashionable cities of American in less than 72 hours.

It’s true. Irvine is beautiful, sunny.
The amount of v-necks, skinny jeans, and oozing with trendy jackets and kicks, while driving around in low-riding sports cars. People walk around well dressed. Classy.

Back in Buffalo, I opened by airplane window to see a snow storm.
People are wearing jackets, hoodies, and snow boots. Normal people in Buffalo just don’t care all that much about fashion. I suppose it’s more important to stay warm alive during the trepid weather, but scarves and a nice coat isn’t all that unreasonable is it?

Irvine has the luxury of ideal weather all year round. 50s at the coldest 90s at the highest. Not a bad range considering buffalo’s range of nearly 80 degrees disparity.  

Disclaimer: University style however is all over the place, there are people that are decked out, suits, ties, sundresses, and then there’s your roll out of bed and head to campus, oily bedhead, northface, sweatpants, tooth brush in hand at the lecture hall. 

It’s quite the diverse population.
I do envy Irvine’s appreciation for fashion and style, it’s something poor and rich and involve themselves in. I’m not asking people to be passionate about fashion, I just wish buffalo cared a little more, is that so hard to ask? 

Walking around H&M, it feels nice when people ask me questions like I work here.

#h&mshouldpayme

Alright, you walk up to your car.
You reach into you pocket feel for your key remote, as your finger presses the dimple and the comforting click resounds as your doors unlock.

You’ve got a backpack, purse, manpurse european handbag, you toss it in the backseat.
You start the car and drive to your next destination. 

Once I arrive at my destination.
I swivel my torso around and my fingers reach for my bag or whatever object I happened to have needed to transport. 

The most peculiar thing happens.
Here’s what I want to know: 
As soon as I cross the middle plane separating the back seat and the front seat.
All my strength gets stunted. Immediately.
The farther you reach the quicker your red energy bar plummets. 
It all makes you feel like Sampson with no hair.
Its cinematic, slow motion gasping for more energy for your life source that’s only 5 feet away.  

If you’ve been there, you know.
Especially if you have to swivel back and intersect that “energy sucking plane” to grab stuff from the backseat multiple times, I suppose it’s not all bad. It’s working abs and cardio at 3 minutes per day, but feels like you did 40 push ups to finally successfully accomplish your (Goodness, I have the strength of a two year old) menial task. 

It has such a strong effect that I’d rather get up out of the car open the back passenger door and grab it, or put it in the trunk. 

It’s ridiculous.