well, fuck

Sep 10, 2006 18:32


so club vball tryouts are tomorrow, and there is some 130 girls vying for a coveted 9,10 spots.  one of them whom I know, with whom I went to elementary school and who was on the team that placed 2nd in nationals last year.  yeah okay.  so I am obviously not going to make the team, regardless of how leniently they stretch their cutoffs.  nevertheless, I'm trying out?  why: my floor got wind of it.  tomorrow I will be something of forcibly dragged to the tryouts, if I don't go willingly...aragh.  well whatever.  I'll just go, get beaten to a pulp, and then revel in the amazingness the actual team.

I don't know about this whole college affair, though.  like, I think I'm developing this dependency on others, and can no longer eat dinner by myself normally.  I mean , I get along with my (amazingly hot, yes, I know) roommates, but we're not like BFFomgalwayztogether!!! and -well, actually this was my main point- I am especially losing touch with the aforementioned pretty floormate (refer to previous post).  that sucks like you cannot believe.  and by losing touch I mean that conversation, if any, is awkward and forced, even when we're among people.  especially when we're among people.  I dunno.  this paragraph should be read in two parts: Part A, the dependency, and Part B, difficulty in relationships with others.  thus set up, A therefore leads to my developing poor eating habits (i.e. skipping meals when uninvited by others on the floor, though after not eating for like 20 hrs straight I almost passed out, so I'm definitely not trying that again), which in turn leads to my social awkwardness.  probably just an excuse.  I feel like the girl in Failure to Launch with the mockingbird outside of her window, who couldn't get a boyfriend b/c of her wild mood swings.

what am I talking about.  obviously, academics are a first...I need to go finishing the homework that I've been staring at blankly for hours.

[edit:] okay I take that all back about the pretty floormate who just came and visited.  I...think I may potentially be going insane.  or some variation of such.

college

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