Sitting in M119 class, which I am probably going to fail anyways because who am I kidding, it’s calculus, and I can’t concentrate knowing that another person in this class is my soul mate, I can just feel it. I don’t think Professor Hendrickson is going to be my Johnny Cash, so Prince Charming has to be sitting down around here somewhere.
Well, lets be honest, I always just feel as if the next Nicolas Sparks is around me; sitting on the bus, walking down (or dreadfully up) Fee Lane, or just getting wasted at the Tailgate. There are only two explanations for these feelings: Either, A. I am in an MTV episode of True Life: I’m a Hopeless Romantic, or B. the Sammie Brothers are always around me 24/7.
Being a hopeless romantic sounds almost as lame as hearing that Sublime is coming to Lil 5 after already hearing the rumor that Rihanna and Kayne are coming, but I just cant help it. When seeing a good looking non douchebag guy on the bus holding a Chemistry book, dressed in nice jeans, an Indiana sweatshirt, and still looks like he just got done being a model for the cover of the Playgirl magazine right after acing his MCAT , I can’t help myself to wonder what he would be like as a husband. I want The Notebook, the first half of 500 Days of Summer, or The Vow (which comes out tonight… going to the midnight showing J) to be MY life.
I don’t care if I have to get in a car crash and wash out all of my memory or move towns because my parents said to. When it comes down to it, I would do anything just to get one guy, to fall onto my lap, and treat me like the woman of his dreams. Hold my hand until they are clammy, pick me up and twirls me around, brags to his friends that I am his girl, or buys me two lilys just because he wanted to be nice. Yes, I am a hopeless romantic, but one has to have dreams before their dreams come true.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.?
~Emily Brontë