The weekend's over already.
I guess it's a little out of the ordinary, but I look forward to mondays, I love them.
Maybe because they're the only day I have for ME. Well not completely, but for the most part.
I Annihilated the right side of my right ankle at my soccer game, this girl and I collided and had a tumble. 3 Hours later, at a Lacrosse game, I was going for a ground ball and needless the say, I took another tumble and the jerk cleeted the hell out of my shoulder? and my left side of my right ankle.
I've had a painful weekend, basically.
Why am I such a nerd? I recorded almost 13 things from the science channel and watched them all, as well as 3 episodes of Miami Ink.
My life is wasted, always has been. I realize that I hate everything more and more each day. Not that I'm depressed, I'm great, actually, I just become more and more frustrated at the pure stupidity and annoyance of everything that lives. Any time you ask someone what they'd bring on a deserted Island..the usual answer is "Oh, a hot guy" or "My best friend" but I'd say a puppy, or a TV with Cable. Or maybe even a sword.. just to have one. My time spent alone is my favorite time...which is odd considering I lspend a good 99% of my life with other people, between school, two sports, and the friends. I'm at that point where sleep is more important than anything in the world. I'd give my left boob to wake up as I please every day.
With all that, I ALSO realize that time is the essence of everything. But where the hell does it go? It's November already. I feel as if I were just beginning my junior year a couple weeks ago. And then I realize I get my license next month, which makes life 8000% better than it was.
Well, I'm out.