As the title of this very enlightening post (which no one will read, but there's the rub) would indicate I am thinking about things other than school. I hate it, because I've decided to make it a point to eradicate such thoughts, because the profiteth little. There was another guy, since the last guy, a UW guy, and he was (remains in fact, to the best of my knowledge) gorgeous no matter what my friends think! Anyway, I talked my roommates ear off about him (seriously, I'm surprised she didn't kill me) and nothing came of anything because I refuse to talk to people and allow them to think that I don't have my stuff so incredibly together that I have any need of human contact or someone to prop me up sometime. I didn't make any new friends last semester, which seriously helped with the not finding a boyfriend thing (Go me!)
I'm not being very coherent, but the point I'm trying to make is that I'm tired of looking around and seeing people who I like, who I want to like me, and nothing happening because I don't have the intestinal fortitude to make a move (or conversely, depending on the theory you subscribe to, I'm far to proud to admit weakness to strangers [especially strangers I'm attracted to], and a crush is a weakness no matter what anyone says. Even if it's a perfectly natural, biological thing that goes on, the way this guy makes me feel is nothing short of idiotic. If I can't pull myself together and think about something else, I don't deserve a boyfriend at that's that.) I don't want to look anymore, I don't want to crush on anyone anymore. I want to do school and that's all. I want to have a career and a life and a 4.0 that I don't mention to anyone but my parents because it makes me sound like I have no life. Which, honestly, I also don't have. No love life, not actual life. I'm an all around bundle of joy and sparkles.
The one social endeavor I'm willing to attempt this year is trying to make friends with people in my major, and hell people outside of it too. I'm a socially bankrupt individual, I can't afford to be making exceptions. I'm going to try to talk to someone that I'm not already friends with every day. That should help my chances (or seal my fate) shouldn't it?
So, to conclude on a rather moribund note...If I'm so set on avoiding emotional entanglements of a romantic kind then why am I so desperately lonely? I feel like a have a cold burden in the center of my chest, it weighs me down, it chills me, it pains me. In everything I do it's like a constant backdrop, soundtrack perhaps. It makes me feel absolutely stupid. Irrationally I feel like a failure as a human being. If I was a good little human I would have a 3.0, I would have at least 2 ex's and I would stop telling myself every time I see this guy (Damn him! I hate him for existing.) that I should pretend that I haven't because it will be easier, my studies will move more smoothly, and soon enough it will be some other guy, for some other reason. This doesn't do the trick.
(Just fyi, I recognize that if anyone is reading this it will be you, dear roommate of mine. Any sage wisdom you have to offer would be welcome, except I probably won't be able to take it even if I want to. I'm stubbornly hopeless like that.)

embarrassed but euphoric
anxious
You might get wet, you might get dead. Puddles are dangerous people. Trust me. I'm parinoid and I want you to be too. The world is too small for there not to be danger around every corner. If that corner is a puddle so be it. There aren't enough corners to hide behind anyway. Vacant corner timeshares could be a lucrative business in the danger market, I'm sure. Beware the corner. Hell, beware the vacant lot. You can't be too careful nowadays, especially with puddles. 
artistic
busy
ogling
rejuvenated
waiting for someone to tell me