And when it all goes to hell will you be able to tell me sorry with a straight face?
Okay. (breath)
These past few days have been trying, to say the least.
I've had problems with my parents.
I've had problems with my friends.
I've had problems with soccer (I suck).
I've had problems with homework.
It's so exhusting. I don't know WHAT to fucking do sometimes. It's so ridiculous. I try to turn to someone, and they're mad at me (addie) or out galavanting around the countryside (alysha) or they can't talk (kim). Urgh. I know half of them aren't anything personal, but it's just hard. At least Savannah talked to me. =) It made my night better.
This homework we've been getting is absolutely ridiculous as well. I really just want to kill it. I ususually use homework as a respite from the rest of the world, but this shit it just more stress.
Soccer is getting annoying. I mean, I like it and everything, it's just so humbling to know that you suck so bad at it. But you can only take so much humbling, you know? This is why I hate athletics. It's like running, running, running, but getting no where. And, in the resonant words of Holden Caufield, 'All those athletic bastards stick together.' Definitely true. And that's hard too, because I'm in no way athletic. So, this is why people like Lemieux don't like me. Eh.
I sound like what I previously called in another entry, 'one giant exoterical melodrama.' I do. It's sad. But I need to get this off my mind. My sholder's are getting tired from carrying all this shit.
In lighter news, we march today. That's cool. I like marching. And I signed up for district chorus. Haha. Anothony and I are the only high school guys to do it. It's funny. Why not try? I'd only get rejected if I suck. I might as well try to experience it and maybe learn something.
I want to go to six flags. I want it to be my birthday. I don't know why I'd care if it was my birthday, I'm not going to DO anything, but I just think it'd be cool to be 16. Get a permit and be able to drive. To drive. To drive. To drive away from all this shit.
These past few days have been trying, to say the least.
I've had problems with my parents.
I've had problems with my friends.
I've had problems with soccer (I suck).
I've had problems with homework.
It's so exhusting. I don't know WHAT to fucking do sometimes. It's so ridiculous. I try to turn to someone, and they're mad at me (addie) or out galavanting around the countryside (alysha) or they can't talk (kim). Urgh. I know half of them aren't anything personal, but it's just hard. At least Savannah talked to me. =) It made my night better.
This homework we've been getting is absolutely ridiculous as well. I really just want to kill it. I ususually use homework as a respite from the rest of the world, but this shit it just more stress.
Soccer is getting annoying. I mean, I like it and everything, it's just so humbling to know that you suck so bad at it. But you can only take so much humbling, you know? This is why I hate athletics. It's like running, running, running, but getting no where. And, in the resonant words of Holden Caufield, 'All those athletic bastards stick together.' Definitely true. And that's hard too, because I'm in no way athletic. So, this is why people like Lemieux don't like me. Eh.
I sound like what I previously called in another entry, 'one giant exoterical melodrama.' I do. It's sad. But I need to get this off my mind. My sholder's are getting tired from carrying all this shit.
In lighter news, we march today. That's cool. I like marching. And I signed up for district chorus. Haha. Anothony and I are the only high school guys to do it. It's funny. Why not try? I'd only get rejected if I suck. I might as well try to experience it and maybe learn something.
I want to go to six flags. I want it to be my birthday. I don't know why I'd care if it was my birthday, I'm not going to DO anything, but I just think it'd be cool to be 16. Get a permit and be able to drive. To drive. To drive. To drive away from all this shit.