I ain't no hollaback girl
Check it out. I got a fucking livejournal. Time to go listen to Fall Out Boy and look at old yearbooks and touch myself/cry. Ok so. It's a month into my sophomore year in college. I'm doing the exact opposite of what I was expecting myself to be doing at this time. To start the year off, I quit collegiate running. I've got a lot of reasons, some more coherent than others. I'm just done. That's pretty much what it came down to. I burned it as hot as I could, but it just wasn't enough. It makes me kind of sad that I'll probably never improve upon my 1500m time or run the life out of myself in the last 200m of a 3k. That was always a great feeling. Pure exhaustion. It was a fucking spiritual experience. But it's kind of nice seeing what life without organized running is like. I think I like it. I found something pretty great. Ok, so, believe it or not, I have a girlfriend. Apparently, there is a girl out there that is attracted to immaturity and unkempt appearances. And her name is Jaimie. And as mushy as this sounds, she really has made the last month the greatest 1/12 of a year of my life. I don't know. It's strange. I never pictured myself in this position. But I love it. And I love her. Yeah, that's right, I SAID IT. And don't call me naive or call it puppy love or whatever. I know. I've turned it over in my mind a lot. And it's fucking true. Fucking fucking fucking. My -ing word of choice, so it seems. Sorry about that. It's all just hard to believe. I'm lucky. Reading this, I sound mildly retarded. My sentences are all short and terrible. Oh well. I'm terrible at writing. So get used to it. Oh yeah, Antony and the Johnsons suck. That album is goddamn awful.
To celebrate my new livejournal, I'm going to go listen to Good Charlotte while straight ironing my hair. kthxbye!
To celebrate my new livejournal, I'm going to go listen to Good Charlotte while straight ironing my hair. kthxbye!