just one of those days
I'm usually a cheery person. I almost never have truly bad days. Today kinda got to me, though, for reasons that don't really matter. I wish I didn't worry so much about things I don't have any control over. I worry about the past, about the future, about school, people, life. I wish I didn't require sleep so I could get everything done. I wish I didn't have so much to do this semester. I wish I could go to the SAC more often and get the word 'scrawny' out of my description. I hope I can figure out my schedule for next semester. I want a solid decision on where and who I'm living with next year. I want life to slow the hell down. Insecurities suck. God... me talking like this sucks.
But ya know... I have no reason to complain. I'm managing my work load, and I'm worrying about nothing. I shouldn't be worrying in the first place. I'm very happy right now.
Sometimes this LJ is more of a burden than a friend.
You've caused this collapse between the heart and the synapse
I don't even know what to talk about.
Friday marked the first of it's kind without Honors 100B. Instead, the time was spent looking at Concord Apts. Not bad, brand new, good stuff. Then Leann told me about University Meadows, where she's planning on living next year. It's everything, and a bag of chips. I'm really liking the sounds of it -- lots of facilities, shuttle bus, moderate pricing. I can dig. But we'll see. Just one of many things to take care of.
I also played tennis with Nikki, watched most of Haggard w/ Frankles and Kelsey, took Leann and myself out to Wendys for some dinner, and then there was nothing left to do but go to bed.
Saturday was good fun, in a family kind of way. The parents came up for the last home CMU football game of the season. We four braved the winds and watched our team lose, in quite a disappointing manner, by three points. The stupid kicker sucked, he had already missed an earlier attempt. Anyways, highlights include hot chocolate and Mom explaining to Leann and I exactly what a hollerback girl is.
Then we went to Applebees. My parents have about $2938 worth of gift cards there, so I went all out and got the two-dinner special or whatever it's called. There's nothing that gives me a sense of accomplishment like finishing a huge proportion of food. And delicious food at that. After bidding my parents goodbye, the action continued in Trout 302.
Both Luke and Josh visited that night. Luke went nuts showing us a bunch of crazy, unpopular bands. Then I played his bass for a bit and we all hung out and talked. Leann was probably quite bored. After a few hours the two gentlemen left, and I was too tired for anything else, so we hit the proverbial hay.
Oh man! I totally forgot: I'm Station Ace of the Week!!! *yaaaay* Oh, it matters soooo MUCH!
I also managed to tear a huge gap in the ass of a pair of jeans when I was being a tough guy. Someone wanna patch them up for me? ...please?
I got an order of cheesy breadsticks from the Muncherie Sunday night... it cost me 49 cents. It's good to know people in important business positions.
Another note of happiness = making two sweet mixes. They both bring the mosh.
The Western Round-Up... thing... at Woldt tonight was pretty disappointing. The food wasn't worth the wait and the trip. But my dinner guest was. I just want that freakin' LED belt buckle. That would make my day.
These damn things are always so long. Time to write up some Cold Stone ads.
But ya know... I have no reason to complain. I'm managing my work load, and I'm worrying about nothing. I shouldn't be worrying in the first place. I'm very happy right now.
Sometimes this LJ is more of a burden than a friend.
You've caused this collapse between the heart and the synapse
I don't even know what to talk about.
Friday marked the first of it's kind without Honors 100B. Instead, the time was spent looking at Concord Apts. Not bad, brand new, good stuff. Then Leann told me about University Meadows, where she's planning on living next year. It's everything, and a bag of chips. I'm really liking the sounds of it -- lots of facilities, shuttle bus, moderate pricing. I can dig. But we'll see. Just one of many things to take care of.
I also played tennis with Nikki, watched most of Haggard w/ Frankles and Kelsey, took Leann and myself out to Wendys for some dinner, and then there was nothing left to do but go to bed.
Saturday was good fun, in a family kind of way. The parents came up for the last home CMU football game of the season. We four braved the winds and watched our team lose, in quite a disappointing manner, by three points. The stupid kicker sucked, he had already missed an earlier attempt. Anyways, highlights include hot chocolate and Mom explaining to Leann and I exactly what a hollerback girl is.
Then we went to Applebees. My parents have about $2938 worth of gift cards there, so I went all out and got the two-dinner special or whatever it's called. There's nothing that gives me a sense of accomplishment like finishing a huge proportion of food. And delicious food at that. After bidding my parents goodbye, the action continued in Trout 302.
Both Luke and Josh visited that night. Luke went nuts showing us a bunch of crazy, unpopular bands. Then I played his bass for a bit and we all hung out and talked. Leann was probably quite bored. After a few hours the two gentlemen left, and I was too tired for anything else, so we hit the proverbial hay.
Oh man! I totally forgot: I'm Station Ace of the Week!!! *yaaaay* Oh, it matters soooo MUCH!
I also managed to tear a huge gap in the ass of a pair of jeans when I was being a tough guy. Someone wanna patch them up for me? ...please?
I got an order of cheesy breadsticks from the Muncherie Sunday night... it cost me 49 cents. It's good to know people in important business positions.
Another note of happiness = making two sweet mixes. They both bring the mosh.
The Western Round-Up... thing... at Woldt tonight was pretty disappointing. The food wasn't worth the wait and the trip. But my dinner guest was. I just want that freakin' LED belt buckle. That would make my day.
These damn things are always so long. Time to write up some Cold Stone ads.