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This weekend was not a good one. Saturday I had to work most of the morning and some of the afternoon to understand and squash rumors about me and the things I like/don't like to talk about on the radio. As with probably all rumors, this one wasn't started with any kind of malicious intent. But it'd be swell if people just confessed to fucking up and apologized instead of trying to pass the attention and blame off somewhere else. Either way I washed my hands of it and will speak of it no more unless spoken to.
The day improved briefly when the boys and I threw the frisbee around (threw, not caught) like a bunch of fourth graders at computer camp. Mike threw it on the roof, and Ned performed beautifully. I think he'll do.
The party, though, was really sad. Nobody went except me, Ben, Mike and Halley. Ben spent most of the time in the foyer, and Sean and Jackie, though they made an appearance, darted out of there pretty damned fast. So I pretty much felt like the only person in the world without a significant other or friends to dance with. I just walked around for two hours waving my arms around and looking retarted.
Today would have been much better if I hadn't already been in a pissy, touchy mood from yesterday. Unfortunately for me though, today was Sean's filming day and I had to cope with way more people in my room than I would have preferred. Nothing against all y'all, I was just feeling anti-social, and when I feel anti-social, it generally manifests itself as feeling like everyone's trying to make fun of me, so yeah I get pissed off when I don't get to be left alone.
And I didn't get to see Julia once.
What probably pisses me off the most is that I was starting to gear towards blaming all my shit on the nasty weather. Now that it's starting to get warmer, I'm figuring out that yeah, this semester sucks dick and probably nothing short of the hand of god itself is going to make it any better. (I'd really like it if someone proved me wrong regarding that last part).
The day improved briefly when the boys and I threw the frisbee around (threw, not caught) like a bunch of fourth graders at computer camp. Mike threw it on the roof, and Ned performed beautifully. I think he'll do.
The party, though, was really sad. Nobody went except me, Ben, Mike and Halley. Ben spent most of the time in the foyer, and Sean and Jackie, though they made an appearance, darted out of there pretty damned fast. So I pretty much felt like the only person in the world without a significant other or friends to dance with. I just walked around for two hours waving my arms around and looking retarted.
Today would have been much better if I hadn't already been in a pissy, touchy mood from yesterday. Unfortunately for me though, today was Sean's filming day and I had to cope with way more people in my room than I would have preferred. Nothing against all y'all, I was just feeling anti-social, and when I feel anti-social, it generally manifests itself as feeling like everyone's trying to make fun of me, so yeah I get pissed off when I don't get to be left alone.
And I didn't get to see Julia once.
What probably pisses me off the most is that I was starting to gear towards blaming all my shit on the nasty weather. Now that it's starting to get warmer, I'm figuring out that yeah, this semester sucks dick and probably nothing short of the hand of god itself is going to make it any better. (I'd really like it if someone proved me wrong regarding that last part).