I realized that because I'm strongly attracted to intelligent guys the chances of me ever having a happy relationship is something that I can only accomplish in the distance future. I don't want to make this into one of those typical gushy girly crush blogs.

Have you ever met someone so intelligent, it was frightening, yet so humble, they caused you to search within yourself? Have you ever looked into the eyes of someone so wise, yet so lost in their blind pursuit of answers that you achieve an outer-body experience, briefly looking at the earth, touching truths at every end, then being thrown back into earth, losing everything you'd learned? Have you ever seen someone so imposing and towering, carved out of granite, yet delicate enough to approach and sing to a wild bird? Have you ever rested in presence of someone so statically charged that they could stop your heart from beating, leaving you immobile, yet had the ability to curse you with withdrawal pains when that presence is no longer there. Have you ever encountered someone who wanted to make you scream in anger when they gently presented you with the truth of yourself, yet elicited the desire to cling to that person and weep all your pain and frustrations?

Well I have! The only problem with meeting such a paradoxically seeming man, is that society will crush us for there is an age difference. To simplify the situation, I met him at a seminar. He pissed me off at first, but I learned later that he is really a nice guy. Unfortunately, I wouldn't be surprised if he assumed that I'm too young. I'll be 18 in less then 3 months though.

Also for all those who have gotten these preconceived notions about me.
1. I don't live at home with my parents.
2. I do work and pay for all my basic needs. Housing is provided by school.
3. I go to school and have about 24 hours college credits.

Any tips or suggestions for pursuing this or is it a hopeless cause.

I have a huge headache right now. Finally I'm free to write as much as I please, at least until I start my summer college classes in about two weeks. It's been so long since I've written anything on here, I don't know were to start. I don't know if I should write about dreams about Harvard, or a potentially pedo teacher. In any case I need to start with an outline, and slowly write down everything I had planned on putting up.

Okay so I've heard how many people have those school nightmares when they find themselves in their underwear inside the class of a teacher they hate. I think my nightmare by far was worse. I had a dream that my old math teacher was actually President Bush, and he made fill even more stupid in class than I had previously. (If that makes sense.) Anyway he told me I had five minutes to get to class. I ran towards the steps and they turned into math books. Everytime I tried to climb up the stairs I fell down and the entrance to the class grew higher. A little voice said you can only enter class when you have enough knowledge. I grabbed the books from the wall of books infront of me and used them to climb up. Unfortunately this didn't work and I fell in the pit of dunces.