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Ahh, what it feels like this semester. Trains. Pulling teeth. FEAR. Confusion.
Last sem at Vista. going to transition to the university in the fall for the last 17 classes. Should be interesting, and by interesting I mean it should be a pain in the ass.
It's pretty early in the morning.
One girl calls me "grumpers". Like the dwarf, but she acknowledges that I am not short, nor squatty. She might like me. She reminds me of myself sometimes.
This other girl has me on the back burner. It's so obvious. It's like that episode of How I Met Your Mother, where they assert that at least once in every person's life, they have been in a relationship, but had someone else in a weird state of limbo, telling them that if they ever broke up, the opportunity would surface to get together with them.
As usual, this means little to me. The monkey HAS learned from being shocked. I do not entertain the notion of either one of these women. I just naturally expect them to either betray or disappoint.
In regards to stats, I am fluctuating around 175lbs right now. Pretty depressing, as the more I learn about building muscle, the more I learn that almost everyone over 200lbs takes steroids. Pretty soon I might have to make that choice as well. I've thought about it, and the more absurdist my views on life become, the more it seems like a viable option.
Summer approaches, which means
yet again ill die a little on the inside, as I'm sure some meaningless summer work awaits for me.
some meaningless everything awaits.
something or other.
post-stamped anger.
Ahh, what it feels like this semester. Trains. Pulling teeth. FEAR. Confusion.
Last sem at Vista. going to transition to the university in the fall for the last 17 classes. Should be interesting, and by interesting I mean it should be a pain in the ass.
It's pretty early in the morning.
One girl calls me "grumpers". Like the dwarf, but she acknowledges that I am not short, nor squatty. She might like me. She reminds me of myself sometimes.
This other girl has me on the back burner. It's so obvious. It's like that episode of How I Met Your Mother, where they assert that at least once in every person's life, they have been in a relationship, but had someone else in a weird state of limbo, telling them that if they ever broke up, the opportunity would surface to get together with them.
As usual, this means little to me. The monkey HAS learned from being shocked. I do not entertain the notion of either one of these women. I just naturally expect them to either betray or disappoint.
In regards to stats, I am fluctuating around 175lbs right now. Pretty depressing, as the more I learn about building muscle, the more I learn that almost everyone over 200lbs takes steroids. Pretty soon I might have to make that choice as well. I've thought about it, and the more absurdist my views on life become, the more it seems like a viable option.
Summer approaches, which means
yet again ill die a little on the inside, as I'm sure some meaningless summer work awaits for me.
some meaningless everything awaits.
something or other.
post-stamped anger.