Betrayal
So I've decided that men suck. I'm sick of them. Completely unreliable. So here's my story: I was visiting a friend a few days ago, and I ran into this kid that I haven't seen in years. Got his phone number, proceeded to call him a few days later, and then got all psyched about going on a date Friday night. Well, he stood me up. Great. As if men havn't already been horrible enough to me. So I'm stuck at home on a Friday night, all because I decided to take one more chance, give one more guy the benefit of the doubt.
I'm never making that mistake again. Trusting people is overrated.
Anyway, I know it's been almost exactly a month since I've updated at all. My excuse was that I was miserable and depressed and I didn't want to sound completely winy, except I've succeeded in doing just that in this entry. So here's what's happened in my life: The Sox won (can you believe it?!?!?!), I decided to apply early to Davidson College, and I then proceeded to finish my essays and supplement three weeks early. I just sent it in the mail on Monday, and learned that I have seven weeks to wait for a reply. I'll probably have an aneurysm before then. What else? I've decided I love my job, because I make lots of money. Tomorrow I'm going to RPI to visit Zach, and hopefully I'll get completely drunk, and maybe forget how much I hate life. Oh, and I've been practicing the piano a lot, because of the Davidson Music scholarship, but who knows whether it will even be worth it, right?
Anyway, I'm hungry; my infernal stomach is cracking the whip again, and I have to go eat. So long, y'all.
I'm never making that mistake again. Trusting people is overrated.
Anyway, I know it's been almost exactly a month since I've updated at all. My excuse was that I was miserable and depressed and I didn't want to sound completely winy, except I've succeeded in doing just that in this entry. So here's what's happened in my life: The Sox won (can you believe it?!?!?!), I decided to apply early to Davidson College, and I then proceeded to finish my essays and supplement three weeks early. I just sent it in the mail on Monday, and learned that I have seven weeks to wait for a reply. I'll probably have an aneurysm before then. What else? I've decided I love my job, because I make lots of money. Tomorrow I'm going to RPI to visit Zach, and hopefully I'll get completely drunk, and maybe forget how much I hate life. Oh, and I've been practicing the piano a lot, because of the Davidson Music scholarship, but who knows whether it will even be worth it, right?
Anyway, I'm hungry; my infernal stomach is cracking the whip again, and I have to go eat. So long, y'all.