Another week, another semi boring entry.
Nothing has happened lately in my life, just a bunch of disappointing events that leave with this brooding meloncholy.
So my weekend was boring and uneventful-- I didn't even finish off my Thomas Jefferson book for the paper that was due today. I just skimmed through the final 30 pages looking for important personality traits for the "character sketch" paper. I hammered out the page requirement and handed that thing in today. I, personally, love creative titles, but it seems my professors don't. God knows my Latin American history instructor is tired of my creativity. We'll see how Prof. Fritz and his TAs react to "Frozen Heart Thawed Once More: And Insightful Study of Thomas Jefferson."
I'll give credit where credit is due...thank you AFI.
I've been talking to Courtney lately and I must say that I have lost a little interest. I guess when girls talk about how they put their liver "through the ringer" over the weekend it's a turn off for me. That and she smokes? I don't know, she talked about it, but it seems like she is a social smoker? If that makes sense. She's still nice enough to smile and say hello to me.
I asked if she wanted to be on my intramural softball team and she said she'll think about it. That team is starting to come together and we only have to get a couple more girls on the team and we're set. Now we need a name, any suggestions?
I just had a dream about Megan and I feel pretty shitty. It was one of those "good dreams" where we're back together and dating. In this dream, the two of us were walking in a light rain and talking. I can only remember that I asked her if she was going to leave me, and she said, "I better not, I have the best thing right here." Fucking lovely.
My chest and neck hurts. And I thank the assholes who drag themselves to school when they should be at home dealing with their illnesses instead of spreading them.
Nothing has happened lately in my life, just a bunch of disappointing events that leave with this brooding meloncholy.
So my weekend was boring and uneventful-- I didn't even finish off my Thomas Jefferson book for the paper that was due today. I just skimmed through the final 30 pages looking for important personality traits for the "character sketch" paper. I hammered out the page requirement and handed that thing in today. I, personally, love creative titles, but it seems my professors don't. God knows my Latin American history instructor is tired of my creativity. We'll see how Prof. Fritz and his TAs react to "Frozen Heart Thawed Once More: And Insightful Study of Thomas Jefferson."
I'll give credit where credit is due...thank you AFI.
I've been talking to Courtney lately and I must say that I have lost a little interest. I guess when girls talk about how they put their liver "through the ringer" over the weekend it's a turn off for me. That and she smokes? I don't know, she talked about it, but it seems like she is a social smoker? If that makes sense. She's still nice enough to smile and say hello to me.
I asked if she wanted to be on my intramural softball team and she said she'll think about it. That team is starting to come together and we only have to get a couple more girls on the team and we're set. Now we need a name, any suggestions?
I just had a dream about Megan and I feel pretty shitty. It was one of those "good dreams" where we're back together and dating. In this dream, the two of us were walking in a light rain and talking. I can only remember that I asked her if she was going to leave me, and she said, "I better not, I have the best thing right here." Fucking lovely.
My chest and neck hurts. And I thank the assholes who drag themselves to school when they should be at home dealing with their illnesses instead of spreading them.
It gets annoying to hear people talk about getting hammered sometimes, but you can always coach those people to chill the fuck out about saying things like that or even doing them.
Fuck it, who cares. If she gives you play, play. Can't be too picky sometimes. Hahaha