Back from Cajun Country
Soo this past weekend I went to Louisiana. For the football game...it was the band trip for the year. it was either louisiana or san marcos...and I still kinda wish we had gone to austin. because then i coulda hung out with my friends all night and just gotten dropped off before we had to leave the next day. but i got to go to new orleans and that was fun. walked around the french quarter, had hot chocolate and beneigns (or however you would spell it) at Cafe du Monde and got to have a hurricane. I'm just sore from the 6 hour bus ride there and back. and tired from the lack of sleep this week and this weekend. we left at 5 in the morning on saturday, so i stayed up till then.
I enjoyed it though.
We won the football game too, which was freaking awesome because we had yet to see our football team win a game...they've been defeated at home all year long. and it was an AMAZING win too. We pulled it out in the last 2 minutes of the football. My throat was sore from cheering so much. And a funny story: all this year, I've been comparing the games to my love life...don't ask why, that's another weird story. and we kept losing, so i took it to mean that i have no chance with this one guy. then we win yesterday, after i had completely given up on friday (i have no chance with him as anything more than friends...but i can deal with that). and on top of that, he was talking to me all weekend...starting conversations and such. which he never does anymore. i don't know why. but he did. and he did that a few other times this week. sooo now I'm confused. and part of me wants to give up, but another part of me doesn't want to.
I hate boys. and i hate hope...especially false hope. and i hate confusing things. like this. grrr.
oh well, i'm off of work in, like, 7 minutes. then i'm going to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
"Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies."--from the shawshank redemption.
I enjoyed it though.
We won the football game too, which was freaking awesome because we had yet to see our football team win a game...they've been defeated at home all year long. and it was an AMAZING win too. We pulled it out in the last 2 minutes of the football. My throat was sore from cheering so much. And a funny story: all this year, I've been comparing the games to my love life...don't ask why, that's another weird story. and we kept losing, so i took it to mean that i have no chance with this one guy. then we win yesterday, after i had completely given up on friday (i have no chance with him as anything more than friends...but i can deal with that). and on top of that, he was talking to me all weekend...starting conversations and such. which he never does anymore. i don't know why. but he did. and he did that a few other times this week. sooo now I'm confused. and part of me wants to give up, but another part of me doesn't want to.
I hate boys. and i hate hope...especially false hope. and i hate confusing things. like this. grrr.
oh well, i'm off of work in, like, 7 minutes. then i'm going to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
"Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies."--from the shawshank redemption.