Free Time
I have some, so I guess I'll write some stuff. I have a leather jacket that makes me look even more like an asshole than I normally do. I'm quite pleased. I have a computer that is incredibly small, and am slowly learning how to type on a miniature keyboard. It's fine, I suppose, and much more convenient for carrying across the country on a bicycle.
I have my sectionals tournament for frisbee tomorrow. I am pumped up. I threw some really good throws yesterday, and I can't wait to break them out during a tournament. I have practice in a few hours, and I guess I'll have to get used to the wind then.
I feel like an idiot writing all of these fake personal things down. Yes, they matter to me right now, but nobody's going to read them, and they're not even what's bothering me or what I'm thinking about. It's like I'm just writing them to distract myself from other stuff. Frustrating. It's also ironic, since I won't write down those things here just in case someone does read it. So I won't write casual things because nobody reads this, and I won't write down personal things because I'm afraid it will be read. Fantastic.
Maybe I'll come back when I'm in a less cynical mood.
I have my sectionals tournament for frisbee tomorrow. I am pumped up. I threw some really good throws yesterday, and I can't wait to break them out during a tournament. I have practice in a few hours, and I guess I'll have to get used to the wind then.
I feel like an idiot writing all of these fake personal things down. Yes, they matter to me right now, but nobody's going to read them, and they're not even what's bothering me or what I'm thinking about. It's like I'm just writing them to distract myself from other stuff. Frustrating. It's also ironic, since I won't write down those things here just in case someone does read it. So I won't write casual things because nobody reads this, and I won't write down personal things because I'm afraid it will be read. Fantastic.
Maybe I'll come back when I'm in a less cynical mood.