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I haven't updated this thing in awhile. Haven't been big on journal writing or recording my thoughts lately, I guess. I've been drowning in the hot boredom of summer. Not having a job sucks. I miss my freedom, and being to go out and do what I want. I miss being five minutes from Wal-Mart, and being able to go to the Fresh Food Company and get salad whenever for one swipe of my card.
College is a different world, but there are some good things here. I like going down to Clark's and playing cards with my friends. I like being liked. I like that the general public with the exception of a few people down there like me. Sometimes I win, sometimes I lose. Sometimes I stay after the tournament and play for $2 a game with people, usually Bud and Sammy. I'll miss that.
I'm writing this I suppose because I have nothing else to do at the moment, nothing more important. This thing has held me up through four years of high school and one of college, so a few more entries couldn't hurt, could they? Funny how time flies when you're trying to get a life. And for once, this entry isn't about how bad I feel.
Because I don't feel really bad. I'm looking forward to going back to school, because it's better for me to go back to school. I'll miss my friends and my Super Attack Cat, but...I need my education if I am to pursue my chosen career. Speaking of cats, I still haven't found a home for Shabby. It's been so hot lately that if he comes to the door in the daytime I'll just let him in. I had Katie put him out before Mom came home today.
I was almost seeing this guy Jeremy for awhile, but things weren't working out. He's arrogant. He thinks he can do everything better than everyone, and the way he plays cards gets on my nerves. Anyone who plays rook can understand why when I say that he doesn't count trump, doesn't lead them out, throws random cards that costs us the game. He doesn't get set because he overbids a hand, he gets set because he can't fucking play one right. And it drives me crazy. He isn't a bad card player, bue he presumes to try and tell me how to play my hand. It's MY damn hand. And it's like I was telling Norman earlier, with the inviting himself over al lthe time. Like last night, he just showed up and I had no idea he was coming over. My bedroom door was broken os I couldn't lock him out, but when he did come back here to see what I was doing I hardly said a word to him. I ddin't invite him so it isn't my job to entertain him, as far as I see it. He isn't my responsibility. And it irks me that Corey can just invite him over without telling anyoen. He hasn't moved in yet. And I didn't really want him over. I didn't want anyone over, because I'm about to start my period and kinda wanted to be left alone. I got him to go away, though. I think I have discouraged him enough that he won't actively pursue a relationship with me.
I mean, it's embarrassing enough that my first drunken experience ended up with me vomiting into a trash can for two hours and not remembering anything that happened after the last hand of cards. I vaguely recall setting the cat on the table, and laughing because of something someone did. I remember vaguely telling my mother that I was going to die. I sure FELT like I was going to die. It sucked. Getting shitty drunk is no fun. Six shots of Jim Bean Black with no chaser = hungover Sam. I mean, I didn't do anything stupid like have sex, or anything, but I just didn't like it. The room got all spinny and my face was so hot.
It's a Wednesday night, technically Thursday morning, but I like Wednesdays. I can go to Clark's and play cards, and see my friends, and have something to do. Anyhow, I'm moving into my dorm Saturday the 25th, and college experience will begin anew. I hope this year goes as well as last year did.
College is a different world, but there are some good things here. I like going down to Clark's and playing cards with my friends. I like being liked. I like that the general public with the exception of a few people down there like me. Sometimes I win, sometimes I lose. Sometimes I stay after the tournament and play for $2 a game with people, usually Bud and Sammy. I'll miss that.
I'm writing this I suppose because I have nothing else to do at the moment, nothing more important. This thing has held me up through four years of high school and one of college, so a few more entries couldn't hurt, could they? Funny how time flies when you're trying to get a life. And for once, this entry isn't about how bad I feel.
Because I don't feel really bad. I'm looking forward to going back to school, because it's better for me to go back to school. I'll miss my friends and my Super Attack Cat, but...I need my education if I am to pursue my chosen career. Speaking of cats, I still haven't found a home for Shabby. It's been so hot lately that if he comes to the door in the daytime I'll just let him in. I had Katie put him out before Mom came home today.
I was almost seeing this guy Jeremy for awhile, but things weren't working out. He's arrogant. He thinks he can do everything better than everyone, and the way he plays cards gets on my nerves. Anyone who plays rook can understand why when I say that he doesn't count trump, doesn't lead them out, throws random cards that costs us the game. He doesn't get set because he overbids a hand, he gets set because he can't fucking play one right. And it drives me crazy. He isn't a bad card player, bue he presumes to try and tell me how to play my hand. It's MY damn hand. And it's like I was telling Norman earlier, with the inviting himself over al lthe time. Like last night, he just showed up and I had no idea he was coming over. My bedroom door was broken os I couldn't lock him out, but when he did come back here to see what I was doing I hardly said a word to him. I ddin't invite him so it isn't my job to entertain him, as far as I see it. He isn't my responsibility. And it irks me that Corey can just invite him over without telling anyoen. He hasn't moved in yet. And I didn't really want him over. I didn't want anyone over, because I'm about to start my period and kinda wanted to be left alone. I got him to go away, though. I think I have discouraged him enough that he won't actively pursue a relationship with me.
I mean, it's embarrassing enough that my first drunken experience ended up with me vomiting into a trash can for two hours and not remembering anything that happened after the last hand of cards. I vaguely recall setting the cat on the table, and laughing because of something someone did. I remember vaguely telling my mother that I was going to die. I sure FELT like I was going to die. It sucked. Getting shitty drunk is no fun. Six shots of Jim Bean Black with no chaser = hungover Sam. I mean, I didn't do anything stupid like have sex, or anything, but I just didn't like it. The room got all spinny and my face was so hot.
It's a Wednesday night, technically Thursday morning, but I like Wednesdays. I can go to Clark's and play cards, and see my friends, and have something to do. Anyhow, I'm moving into my dorm Saturday the 25th, and college experience will begin anew. I hope this year goes as well as last year did.