February sucks ass
Be ye warned, what follows is a lot of whining.
The snowball effect is in full...well, effect, to be quite frank. one thing after another after another...hell, it's gotten so bad that i have to update my live journal *gasp!* but seriously, i dunno how much more i can take. it all started a couple weeks ago, when my parents brought up my bro's laptop for me to use cuz the motherboard got wasted on my other one. so i'm using this other one, and what happens on the first fuckin' night? stops reading the hard drive all together, can't even re-load the system on to it. completely shot. then, i start getting my ass kicked in practice again. then two weeks ago, i get two tickets in the same day for parking where i'm not supposed to within 45 minutes of each other. last weekend was our last tournament, and i ended up weighing in at 149.2, and they didn't give it to me, so i had to wrestle 157; took seventh, which was my best showing all year (kinda sad). Then i get back, and get another parking ticket. my mailbox gets overloaded, and i miss three anouncements for one of my classes. then i park my car in front of hudson and the battery dies. we try jumping it, doesn't work. so i put a note that my car is fucking dead and i can't move it. next day, get a ticket. next day, they tow the fucker. then i figure out that the towed it, and being the moronic, self-destructing man that i am, i managed to break a couple of fingers and possibly put a little crack in the ol' hand. doors don't tend to give much. so now i've got a dead battery in a car in a tow yard that i can't get out cuz it won't run and a fucked up hand. then i go buy a battery, and get lost trying to find where they took it to. so now it's in the tow yard for another day. on top of this, one of my friends' grandma's dies, which sucks; i can't talk to one of my other female friends anymore cuz her boyfriend is a completely jealous douche and forbids it (which i could care less about, but it's kind of a slap in the face cuz i was supposed to be friends with this kid. screw whether or not he trust his girlfriend, but he can't trust me, and that's shitty if you ask me); and to top it all of, i get another outbreak of nastyness so i can't wrestle. fuckin' perfect. so at this point, i'm pretty sure God or Allah or Buddha or whoever the fuck is actually up there is supremely pissed off at me for one reason or another.
I've realized that the only reason i'm still wrestling is because it's what makes me special; wrestling is what makes me more than just another person here. but i'm not sure i want to be special anymore...
so i looked back at my old journal, like pre-live journal days, and it's kinda sad; the shit i was worried about then, that seemed life shattering, kinda seems childish. i almost want to go back in time and slap myself for being such a pussy, but alas, light speed travel escapes mankind still. the whole infinite mass thing throws a wrench into the plans.
I've decided that i hate going to class and learning anything of substance, and it would make me no happier than to be a musician, an actor, or an athlete of some kind; that would really tickle my butthole. prolly only because political science is the absolute most boring major you could possibly take. anyone out there in high school, DON'T be a political science major.
on the upside, my wrestling season is over now, so i'm fat, and tool's coming out with a new cd in early may. shibby!
happy fuckin' birthday, right?
The snowball effect is in full...well, effect, to be quite frank. one thing after another after another...hell, it's gotten so bad that i have to update my live journal *gasp!* but seriously, i dunno how much more i can take. it all started a couple weeks ago, when my parents brought up my bro's laptop for me to use cuz the motherboard got wasted on my other one. so i'm using this other one, and what happens on the first fuckin' night? stops reading the hard drive all together, can't even re-load the system on to it. completely shot. then, i start getting my ass kicked in practice again. then two weeks ago, i get two tickets in the same day for parking where i'm not supposed to within 45 minutes of each other. last weekend was our last tournament, and i ended up weighing in at 149.2, and they didn't give it to me, so i had to wrestle 157; took seventh, which was my best showing all year (kinda sad). Then i get back, and get another parking ticket. my mailbox gets overloaded, and i miss three anouncements for one of my classes. then i park my car in front of hudson and the battery dies. we try jumping it, doesn't work. so i put a note that my car is fucking dead and i can't move it. next day, get a ticket. next day, they tow the fucker. then i figure out that the towed it, and being the moronic, self-destructing man that i am, i managed to break a couple of fingers and possibly put a little crack in the ol' hand. doors don't tend to give much. so now i've got a dead battery in a car in a tow yard that i can't get out cuz it won't run and a fucked up hand. then i go buy a battery, and get lost trying to find where they took it to. so now it's in the tow yard for another day. on top of this, one of my friends' grandma's dies, which sucks; i can't talk to one of my other female friends anymore cuz her boyfriend is a completely jealous douche and forbids it (which i could care less about, but it's kind of a slap in the face cuz i was supposed to be friends with this kid. screw whether or not he trust his girlfriend, but he can't trust me, and that's shitty if you ask me); and to top it all of, i get another outbreak of nastyness so i can't wrestle. fuckin' perfect. so at this point, i'm pretty sure God or Allah or Buddha or whoever the fuck is actually up there is supremely pissed off at me for one reason or another.
I've realized that the only reason i'm still wrestling is because it's what makes me special; wrestling is what makes me more than just another person here. but i'm not sure i want to be special anymore...
so i looked back at my old journal, like pre-live journal days, and it's kinda sad; the shit i was worried about then, that seemed life shattering, kinda seems childish. i almost want to go back in time and slap myself for being such a pussy, but alas, light speed travel escapes mankind still. the whole infinite mass thing throws a wrench into the plans.
I've decided that i hate going to class and learning anything of substance, and it would make me no happier than to be a musician, an actor, or an athlete of some kind; that would really tickle my butthole. prolly only because political science is the absolute most boring major you could possibly take. anyone out there in high school, DON'T be a political science major.
on the upside, my wrestling season is over now, so i'm fat, and tool's coming out with a new cd in early may. shibby!
happy fuckin' birthday, right?