Going the wrong way
The more I think about it, the more I realize right now is not a good time to enter a relationship. I need to relax. I'm not so much stressed out about school as I am sick of it. I need a holiday. A long fucking holiday, away from school, forensics, pretty much Los Angeles in general. When I get my reimbursement check from Seattle, I plan on taking a trip somewhere. Maybe NYC or Las Vegas. Maybe I'll go back to Seattle and stay in a ritzy joint. Hell, I might just go back to Philadelphia and take in all the sights of old American history.
Then again, I'm gonna have to go back to Mankato sooner or later to look for apartments. If I do, I might use my purty 5,000 FF Miles to upgrade to a first class seat on Northworst. Or maybe I'll go to San Francisco. Always meant to see Frisco when it WASN'T midnight....
I will not go back to Orlando, so don't ask. I could drive down to Tempe....Oy.
Wow. I'm gonna graduate soon. Weird. I don't feel good. That's probably my most stated quote on this LJ.
Honestly, I felt like I was gonna have a bad year when it began, but it was bad because of things I thought would never happen to me. I sure as hell didn't think I was going to go to AFA, much less laugh at the fact that I didn't break, something I have NEVER done at a tournament....
But I didn't think I'd get hit by infatuation, and get what I'm gonna call a word curse where not only does the word cause you mental anguish, but the actual event itself would cause more destruction to your psyche then anything you have endured before. Which is the other reason I want to flee L.A. I will not take another hit to my soul like I did at the second half of districts. It's past her. Now it's affecting my soul in all operations.
Then comes the fleeting fact....if I wasn't so fat...this stupid thing wouldn't be fucking me over....
I feel like a total emo drama king, and I probably am. People out there are having way worse of a time with life then I am, but that still doesn't do anything for this bullshit. Guess I gotta deal with it somehow.
Then again, I'm gonna have to go back to Mankato sooner or later to look for apartments. If I do, I might use my purty 5,000 FF Miles to upgrade to a first class seat on Northworst. Or maybe I'll go to San Francisco. Always meant to see Frisco when it WASN'T midnight....
I will not go back to Orlando, so don't ask. I could drive down to Tempe....Oy.
Wow. I'm gonna graduate soon. Weird. I don't feel good. That's probably my most stated quote on this LJ.
Honestly, I felt like I was gonna have a bad year when it began, but it was bad because of things I thought would never happen to me. I sure as hell didn't think I was going to go to AFA, much less laugh at the fact that I didn't break, something I have NEVER done at a tournament....
But I didn't think I'd get hit by infatuation, and get what I'm gonna call a word curse where not only does the word cause you mental anguish, but the actual event itself would cause more destruction to your psyche then anything you have endured before. Which is the other reason I want to flee L.A. I will not take another hit to my soul like I did at the second half of districts. It's past her. Now it's affecting my soul in all operations.
Then comes the fleeting fact....if I wasn't so fat...this stupid thing wouldn't be fucking me over....
I feel like a total emo drama king, and I probably am. People out there are having way worse of a time with life then I am, but that still doesn't do anything for this bullshit. Guess I gotta deal with it somehow.