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Jan 05, 2008 12:41

so it's been a while since i wrote anything here. Since the last entry my life has changed a lot. I kind of feel like I wasted a lot of time one people that shouldn't have mattered to me as much as they did. Right now I'm basically just trying to finish high school with all of my sanity and dignity still intact ( close to impossible).  I have this loathing for High school that is probably one in a million. I honestly beleive that nobody hates High School as much as I do. People always laugh when i say that because i guess i don't show it...but its there.

Right now I'm just kind of floating along. I really have no idea what I'm going to do with my life. I got accepted into Uconn so i guess I'm going there...but what the fuck am I going to do with that? Hopefully I'll be more inspired "when the time comes".
I think "whatever" has become my personal slogan. It solves everything but then again nothing at all. Not to sound like a complete depressed sap but I've pretty much lost faith in humanity as a whole. Everyone here pisses me off and the number of people i use to trust in is decreasing at a rapid pace. I guess thats what happens when  you completely devote yourself to someone; mind, body, and soul-and they turn around and kick your in the balls....and/or vagina.

well despite what it sounds like I am actually getting over it. Then whole emotional let down stage is pretty much done. Now it just being replaced by all of the above..a cynical, closed off, "fuck the world" kind of 'tude. But i think I'm playing it off well...its much more humorous than crying and feeling sorry for yourself. But boy do the Greeks hate it ( info: i recently got a job at a Greek restaurant) Seriously its impossible to have a personal life there. They're nosy as hell and try to make me feel like shit for not wanting to jump on every guy that gives me the opportunity to. I just think its funny.

food for thought:
life is funny....so is Andy Dick...but isn't he drunk all the time?
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