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Why do I have so many dreary journal entries? The question that goes on being asked and has a million answers I guess.
Today, however, was a good day. It started out with layin in the sun, followed by a meal at Harper's which ended up being free (thank you gay men who are braver that me). Next came going to the pool where I realized I am a much bigger wuss than everyone else, but still jumped off the 5 meter board. In fact, I even landed so my arms smacked the water and they turned red. That's right Matt Tobel, I got color. So jealous. I then applied at 4 places and none were hiring buuuuut I got more tax money back to hold me over for a little bit (in reality I should just hand it all over to Brandon for being the most patient roommate ever). Matt Smith came down to silence the rumors someone better than him at tennis had emerged. Unfortunately after a very strenuous and completely amazing game (sure Matt was awesome, but the fact I could compete amazed me more) I guess he still stands reigning champion. Now Smash Bros is a different matter. The night finished off with watching the movie Beaches (but really it's about bitches) with my homoies (did ya like that? Homos + homies = homoies) and cried during the whole ending. The type of chick flick that makes ya wanna snuggle with your special someone, but my pillow will have to sub in for now. Korey has an excused absence however; he is makin money and being more responsible than his deadbeat boyfriend. Very proud of him and miss him a lot.
Anyway, it was a more upbeat, pointless, and schizophrenic entry than usual. Ignore how many times I parenthesized the crap out of it too.
Today, however, was a good day. It started out with layin in the sun, followed by a meal at Harper's which ended up being free (thank you gay men who are braver that me). Next came going to the pool where I realized I am a much bigger wuss than everyone else, but still jumped off the 5 meter board. In fact, I even landed so my arms smacked the water and they turned red. That's right Matt Tobel, I got color. So jealous. I then applied at 4 places and none were hiring buuuuut I got more tax money back to hold me over for a little bit (in reality I should just hand it all over to Brandon for being the most patient roommate ever). Matt Smith came down to silence the rumors someone better than him at tennis had emerged. Unfortunately after a very strenuous and completely amazing game (sure Matt was awesome, but the fact I could compete amazed me more) I guess he still stands reigning champion. Now Smash Bros is a different matter. The night finished off with watching the movie Beaches (but really it's about bitches) with my homoies (did ya like that? Homos + homies = homoies) and cried during the whole ending. The type of chick flick that makes ya wanna snuggle with your special someone, but my pillow will have to sub in for now. Korey has an excused absence however; he is makin money and being more responsible than his deadbeat boyfriend. Very proud of him and miss him a lot.
Anyway, it was a more upbeat, pointless, and schizophrenic entry than usual. Ignore how many times I parenthesized the crap out of it too.