boredom reigns supreme
I've got almost nothing to say and yet I feel that an update is absolutely neccessary right now. What to talk about...
Soccer season is going well. We are 8-3-1 so far and 2-2 in conference. It could be better, but we've lost to good teams and I think we're starting to find our stride so I feel good about how we'll finish the season.
There is a fly buzzing around my head right now and it's bugging the shit out of me. Isn't it weird how we can get so upset about the dumbest things? I seem to do that a lot- get pissed beyond belief about something as inane as a fly, but something that's actually worth getting upset about I just choose to ignore. It's stupid.
Classes are going well I guess. I've had a few tests and papers, but I've done relatively well on all of them so I'm not freaking out too much. That'll change the closer it gets to the end of the semester.
My love life is, as always, virtually nonexistent. There have been offers aplenty, but I'm too picky. The funny thing is, I have no idea what I'm holding out for. Sometimes I wish I were a slut. A weird thing to hope for, but that's just me being...me. I don't actually want to be a slut, just so the three of you that read this know.
I'm done here. Peace out, bitches.
Soccer season is going well. We are 8-3-1 so far and 2-2 in conference. It could be better, but we've lost to good teams and I think we're starting to find our stride so I feel good about how we'll finish the season.
There is a fly buzzing around my head right now and it's bugging the shit out of me. Isn't it weird how we can get so upset about the dumbest things? I seem to do that a lot- get pissed beyond belief about something as inane as a fly, but something that's actually worth getting upset about I just choose to ignore. It's stupid.
Classes are going well I guess. I've had a few tests and papers, but I've done relatively well on all of them so I'm not freaking out too much. That'll change the closer it gets to the end of the semester.
My love life is, as always, virtually nonexistent. There have been offers aplenty, but I'm too picky. The funny thing is, I have no idea what I'm holding out for. Sometimes I wish I were a slut. A weird thing to hope for, but that's just me being...me. I don't actually want to be a slut, just so the three of you that read this know.
I'm done here. Peace out, bitches.