Frustration
It was not my fault but yours
It was my heart on the line
You really fucked it up this time?
Didn't you my dear? Didn't you my dear?
I think I've been on an emotional roller coaster the past week or so. Mainly spurring from my lack of motivation when it comes to school, and from me pouring out my feelings to someone and being rejected. I rewrote the lyrics to Mumford and Son's Little Lion Man because i think it accurately portrays how I'm feeling toward this certain individual. I think the situation sucks because this person gave a cop-out answer, and was unwilling to even try and see what could happen. Basically, I think he's being a coward in this situation. I blame myself somewhat too. My confession came out very very drunkenly, after myself and this male individual decide very very stupidly to have a drinking competition that constituted of 6 shots in about 30 minutes. So that sucked, but at least I said something and got an answer, right?
I love Westmont in many ways, but in many ways I'm ready to leave and for it to be over. Soon, but soon seems oh so far. I need help, music right now is keeping me sane; and last night God gave me a wonderful night.
My friend Dre came over and I helped him bake a cake because he's asking a girl to formal. This is a tradition that has been passed down since our freshman year, when I first helped him bake a cake to ask someone to our spring formal. Then, there was a surprise visit from Nate and Kristin! Sooooo random, but wonderful. We went onto our roof and stargazed. We saw about six or seven shooting stars! So many wishes were made :) It was just a good time with friends. Then we went downstairs, the two of them left, and we hung out with the guys in the house, and my roomies Jameisha and Missy.
That was good, though maybe a bit stupid since we do have crap to do. However, also frustrating because the subject of winter formal came up, and Drew started asking us who he should ask to formal. Jerk. Ugh. I think I'll be in a bit of a foul mood about this for a while. Oh well, I ended the night reading Harry Potter, so all in all, it was good.
It was my heart on the line
You really fucked it up this time?
Didn't you my dear? Didn't you my dear?
I think I've been on an emotional roller coaster the past week or so. Mainly spurring from my lack of motivation when it comes to school, and from me pouring out my feelings to someone and being rejected. I rewrote the lyrics to Mumford and Son's Little Lion Man because i think it accurately portrays how I'm feeling toward this certain individual. I think the situation sucks because this person gave a cop-out answer, and was unwilling to even try and see what could happen. Basically, I think he's being a coward in this situation. I blame myself somewhat too. My confession came out very very drunkenly, after myself and this male individual decide very very stupidly to have a drinking competition that constituted of 6 shots in about 30 minutes. So that sucked, but at least I said something and got an answer, right?
I love Westmont in many ways, but in many ways I'm ready to leave and for it to be over. Soon, but soon seems oh so far. I need help, music right now is keeping me sane; and last night God gave me a wonderful night.
My friend Dre came over and I helped him bake a cake because he's asking a girl to formal. This is a tradition that has been passed down since our freshman year, when I first helped him bake a cake to ask someone to our spring formal. Then, there was a surprise visit from Nate and Kristin! Sooooo random, but wonderful. We went onto our roof and stargazed. We saw about six or seven shooting stars! So many wishes were made :) It was just a good time with friends. Then we went downstairs, the two of them left, and we hung out with the guys in the house, and my roomies Jameisha and Missy.
That was good, though maybe a bit stupid since we do have crap to do. However, also frustrating because the subject of winter formal came up, and Drew started asking us who he should ask to formal. Jerk. Ugh. I think I'll be in a bit of a foul mood about this for a while. Oh well, I ended the night reading Harry Potter, so all in all, it was good.