'I' ignore 'Me,' except after 'We'

Remember that rule in school???? 'I' before 'E,' except after 'C?' Yep. Apparently my dry humor does, too. :)

I'm tired of being the collective.

How's that for a thesis statement, eh? I figured it was deep enough to make you ladies swoon. Or at least deep enough to catch your interest. The swooning part will come later, if you play your cards right. But, truthfully, we must return to the topic of the day, for there is no better time to discuss than while drinking a cappuccino and listening to music in a caffe'.

On a quick side-note, I am still upset that there is literally no one to make a mocha around here. I would like a nice, Hershey's syrup mocha, and if I don't get it by whining enough, I'm actually going to have to resort to buying chocolate at Esselunga (like Winco, for all you Twin-Fallsers) and having a little DIY party. That stands for Do It Yourself. Just in case you were fretting with incomprehension at this point.

So the collective pronouns need to stop. I am a bit (and by bit I mean enormous proportion) exhausted with considering myself a we rather than an I. In a (relatively) small program like study abroad NYU, you run into the same people all the time and having classes in the music program is generally synonymous with dating every person in said program seriously. Like, Take you out to a nice dinner and pick up the check seriously.

Knowing me, you can probably predict the part where one (count it, singular) of these relationships tends to stress me out. Although (this is where your audible gasp should be held at the ready) the real relationship I currently find myself in is not traditionally stressful commitment-wise (Gasp!), all the other metaphorical relationships that I am committed to are driving me into committal hell.

Which is to say I'm overly frustrated with being forced to spend constant amounts of time in the company of so many people. And furthermore, to be chastised for trying to find time for yourself is not necessarily beneficial, either.

On another side-note, I'm playing in a soccer league in Florence! That's pretty much like drinking beer in Germany or wearing a coat in Russia. It's pretty cool- for those of you who were wondering, my soccer skills are extraordinary. Extraordinar...ily rough. :) But, fortunately, Jared's high school soccer (tap dance?) skills pull through to more than make up for mediocrity. Oh, his skills, and Bryan's blood on the soccer field. Wrap your mind around that.

Anyways.

Solutions? Hide. Talk to a couple collections of brick that vaguely resemble walls. Blend in.

Damn.