Yes, well....
So the muse has been kicking the WRITE NOW button lately...which obviously means I'm too busy. He only wants to write when I have absolutely no time to do so. *sigh*
Had a rugby game yesterday. 'Twas hot. And heat-exhaustion filled. And dumbass-moment filled on my part. We were behind lots but ended up tying once we got our shit together...apparently I wasn't the only one without my head in the game.
Lots of things have been distracting me lately. School mainly, but family too. Lots of health and whatnot to worry about when it comes to them...I really hope everything gets better.
Friends and their drama aren't helping much either. I'm just sick of the same old stories just different situations. Obviously if you keep doing the same thing, it's not going to make a fucking difference whether or not it's with a different person! Idiots.
And I'm pms-ing again - therefore I'm getting organized and cleaning and cooking. My friend's mom, who is a psychologist, called it nesting.
Perfect.
I HAVE always felt like a chicken with its head cut off
Had a rugby game yesterday. 'Twas hot. And heat-exhaustion filled. And dumbass-moment filled on my part. We were behind lots but ended up tying once we got our shit together...apparently I wasn't the only one without my head in the game.
Lots of things have been distracting me lately. School mainly, but family too. Lots of health and whatnot to worry about when it comes to them...I really hope everything gets better.
Friends and their drama aren't helping much either. I'm just sick of the same old stories just different situations. Obviously if you keep doing the same thing, it's not going to make a fucking difference whether or not it's with a different person! Idiots.
And I'm pms-ing again - therefore I'm getting organized and cleaning and cooking. My friend's mom, who is a psychologist, called it nesting.
Perfect.
I HAVE always felt like a chicken with its head cut off