Everyone Has Love, I Have Work...The Universe Is At Peace
It seems as though everyone is falling in love. Maybe it is the snowy weather that is pushing people to cuddle for warmth. Maybe it is the fact that spring is coming soon and everyone is ready fall in love. Maybe it is the fact that fate likes to screw with me and life can be a B!+C#. I haven't used that metaphor in a while, so I wanted to use it.
My college twin has been asked out on a date tonight. Isn't that ironic? Both of my twins can get a guy and yet I can't. And people claim that I'm beautiful. Hold up! Actually, this claim hasn't been made in a long while. Nah, I'm not looking for sympathy. Just looking for my path in this world. It's cold. The room is cold.
My day consists of running from 9 a.m. to at least 5 p.m. on only two pop-tarts and then I have to go back to my room (or the lounge if I don't get the luxury) and work on the article and have it finished by 8 p.m.. I don't know how I am going to eat dinner since I don't think that I will have time to go to the cafeteria. I can't eat in my room because I need to do dishes. I might go to the Cafe. I feel disconnected from my body now. Anyway, I have to babysit the catholic womanizer tomorrow since my college twin doesn't want to and she has a date now. At least I get pizza and maybe a soda from it. I can't have anything to do with my short play, so I probably won't go to auditions Sunday (but I might, who knows...women *rolls eyes*).
Man, my music list has been trying to make me listen to love songs. Anyway, I'm going to talk to someone Sunday about this "debate" we have on Monday. It's not a real debate since we are the only group in class that is debating two members of the debate team (one of them won best female performer award and made it to quarter finals in the STATE tournament). It's basically asking to be humiliated. The preparation is like saying "please don't kill me" on death row. It's a useless attempt of survival.
Maybe I can go to a party in Dana and get something to eat. However, my room mate and her guy will be there. It's not fun going to a party by yourself anyway. There's no one that I can hang out with there. I don't have any tight-knit friends going. My life is dull. However, life can either be dull or interesting in a very bad way.
I imagine myself as the hard worker in the company. Someone who works hard and never gets promoted. Someone who is working on inventory overnight while everyone else is having a business christmas party next door. I am an individual. Don't absorb me into your world of couples and groups. I am a rebel. A lone rebel, but still a rebel nonetheless. That is how we are. Man, I need to do stuff.
My college twin has been asked out on a date tonight. Isn't that ironic? Both of my twins can get a guy and yet I can't. And people claim that I'm beautiful. Hold up! Actually, this claim hasn't been made in a long while. Nah, I'm not looking for sympathy. Just looking for my path in this world. It's cold. The room is cold.
My day consists of running from 9 a.m. to at least 5 p.m. on only two pop-tarts and then I have to go back to my room (or the lounge if I don't get the luxury) and work on the article and have it finished by 8 p.m.. I don't know how I am going to eat dinner since I don't think that I will have time to go to the cafeteria. I can't eat in my room because I need to do dishes. I might go to the Cafe. I feel disconnected from my body now. Anyway, I have to babysit the catholic womanizer tomorrow since my college twin doesn't want to and she has a date now. At least I get pizza and maybe a soda from it. I can't have anything to do with my short play, so I probably won't go to auditions Sunday (but I might, who knows...women *rolls eyes*).
Man, my music list has been trying to make me listen to love songs. Anyway, I'm going to talk to someone Sunday about this "debate" we have on Monday. It's not a real debate since we are the only group in class that is debating two members of the debate team (one of them won best female performer award and made it to quarter finals in the STATE tournament). It's basically asking to be humiliated. The preparation is like saying "please don't kill me" on death row. It's a useless attempt of survival.
Maybe I can go to a party in Dana and get something to eat. However, my room mate and her guy will be there. It's not fun going to a party by yourself anyway. There's no one that I can hang out with there. I don't have any tight-knit friends going. My life is dull. However, life can either be dull or interesting in a very bad way.
I imagine myself as the hard worker in the company. Someone who works hard and never gets promoted. Someone who is working on inventory overnight while everyone else is having a business christmas party next door. I am an individual. Don't absorb me into your world of couples and groups. I am a rebel. A lone rebel, but still a rebel nonetheless. That is how we are. Man, I need to do stuff.