If there's music we can use it feel free to dance
It's been 5 weeks since my last entry. That's life. I've had other things to think about. Can't name one but anyway.
I've been jogging almost daily and next Monday I'll start going to the gym. I've already been there 2 weeks ago and had a personal trainer show me how to use those thingies.
On 29th I'll start my driving lessons. I enrolled today and feel really good about myself after actually getting something done. For a change.
I think I still/once again have a crush on that certain motherfucker. Two weeks ago we were at his place with Hilla and he gave me booze. I have no idea why.
Last Friday when Hilla, Sabe (a friend of ours and K's as well) and me were at a bar I confessed to S that I (had) had a crush on him. He said he knew. I hear everybody knows. Not really comfortable for me.
Some day I'll have to ask K why he acts that way knowing I'm interested in him and being not interested in me. Maybe when I'm drunk. Surely. I cannot imagine myself doing such a thing sober. Not after everything I've been through in this department.
I don't think he knows/believes the situation is what it is. Otherwise he wouldn't act the way he does. He'd be colder. Or I would, in his position. A few weeks ago he used my hand trying to get candy out of a bag. I mean held my hand and tried to get candy with it. Don't ask why, it sounds too stupid explained. But the point is, my hand was in his and I thought "Can't you fucking see what you're doing?!". :/
Today as I was coming home from "work" (the training thing, I don't like it and tomorrow's the last day of it, thank god) some idiots threw a snowball at my backpack.
I can only tolerate an unknown person who intentionally throws a snowball at me if they're max 7 years old. But these were 13-16. Jesus. I wanted to say something clever but couldn't think of anything. I despised myself because of that.
The Rammstein concert is next Wednesday. Yay. K is going there with Sabe. And that had absolutely nothing to do with anything.
Damn I miss summer. Seems my life was much better then. That's not true though.
June = boring.
July = work = torture.
August = at first quite nice which I only realized when the fun was over about in the middle of the month.
I've been jogging almost daily and next Monday I'll start going to the gym. I've already been there 2 weeks ago and had a personal trainer show me how to use those thingies.
On 29th I'll start my driving lessons. I enrolled today and feel really good about myself after actually getting something done. For a change.
I think I still/once again have a crush on that certain motherfucker. Two weeks ago we were at his place with Hilla and he gave me booze. I have no idea why.
Last Friday when Hilla, Sabe (a friend of ours and K's as well) and me were at a bar I confessed to S that I (had) had a crush on him. He said he knew. I hear everybody knows. Not really comfortable for me.
Some day I'll have to ask K why he acts that way knowing I'm interested in him and being not interested in me. Maybe when I'm drunk. Surely. I cannot imagine myself doing such a thing sober. Not after everything I've been through in this department.
I don't think he knows/believes the situation is what it is. Otherwise he wouldn't act the way he does. He'd be colder. Or I would, in his position. A few weeks ago he used my hand trying to get candy out of a bag. I mean held my hand and tried to get candy with it. Don't ask why, it sounds too stupid explained. But the point is, my hand was in his and I thought "Can't you fucking see what you're doing?!". :/
Today as I was coming home from "work" (the training thing, I don't like it and tomorrow's the last day of it, thank god) some idiots threw a snowball at my backpack.
I can only tolerate an unknown person who intentionally throws a snowball at me if they're max 7 years old. But these were 13-16. Jesus. I wanted to say something clever but couldn't think of anything. I despised myself because of that.
The Rammstein concert is next Wednesday. Yay. K is going there with Sabe. And that had absolutely nothing to do with anything.
Damn I miss summer. Seems my life was much better then. That's not true though.
June = boring.
July = work = torture.
August = at first quite nice which I only realized when the fun was over about in the middle of the month.