French Bastard
Saturday has taught me that I am never going to get less than six hours of sleep in a nite ever again. But going salsa dancing with Pat and Steph was definitely worth it. Especially for the Salvadorian food we had before. I had no idea what over half the things on my plate were, but it was good anyway. I could say I needed a weekend from my weekend, but with the amount of work being given this week, I seem to have a weekend already. And what better way to relax from having no homework than having a genocide of bugs that seem to get their way into my room.
My birthday is coming up in a few days and I couldn't care less. The only thing I'm really looking forward to are my William Basinski and Vir Unis cds I'm getting as presents. Nothing like receiving 6 hours of droning to mark the end of your teenage years. I seem to care less and less about specific events the longer I'm alive. My birthday is at the bottom of the list in relative importance to me with Christmas only held in the most regard because it means a change of scenery.
I feel better these days. I think I might actually be over my self esteem problem. But now I have a "my life sucks" problem to contend with. I'm pretty sure things will ameliorate themselves when school starts up again, but am I hopeful? Not really. That doesn't mean I'm in despair over anything too. I'm actually looking forward to the new classes I'm taking, which means within about a month's time I'll be complaining about some very esoteric 16th century music theory.
My birthday is coming up in a few days and I couldn't care less. The only thing I'm really looking forward to are my William Basinski and Vir Unis cds I'm getting as presents. Nothing like receiving 6 hours of droning to mark the end of your teenage years. I seem to care less and less about specific events the longer I'm alive. My birthday is at the bottom of the list in relative importance to me with Christmas only held in the most regard because it means a change of scenery.
I feel better these days. I think I might actually be over my self esteem problem. But now I have a "my life sucks" problem to contend with. I'm pretty sure things will ameliorate themselves when school starts up again, but am I hopeful? Not really. That doesn't mean I'm in despair over anything too. I'm actually looking forward to the new classes I'm taking, which means within about a month's time I'll be complaining about some very esoteric 16th century music theory.