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Thursday I hung out with Olivia, which was amazing, and I hope it happens again soon. We just chilled in my room, watched the Vannila Ice - Ninja Rap VHS, and talked. It made me feel good for a change.
Friday I did absolutely nothing and stayed in the whole night by myself.
I worked today and it was boring as fuck. I proceeded to hang out with Ian, Frank, and Joe and we were hungry so we went to get food. Then I almost died. I almost choked to death and couldn't breathe. Then I sorta threw up and could kinda breathe again. Fucking sweet. Then went to Frank's homestead and practiced with one of my other bands, The I Owe You. Drums made me really tired, which is why I am home at 10:00 on a Saturday night.
Actually the real reason why I am home is because I have to get up at 6:00 am for work. So tommorow should undoubtedly suck like every other time I have to work. After returning home completely miserable because I bust my ass for 6 and a half hours without a chance to have a break, or even sit down for that matter, I will probably attend to some of my studies, because I am a frequent procrastinator and am behind in my classes. So in conclusion, my entire weekend was/is terrible, and somehow I'm not surprised. I really need someone or something to continuously brighten up my spirits, because as of now, not many things can make me happy.
Once again, I have written something sterotypical in the sense that I am sitting here lamenting, over the self-loathing problematic components indigenous to my brain.
Ha, just kidding. I'm a kidder, what can i say.
Friday I did absolutely nothing and stayed in the whole night by myself.
I worked today and it was boring as fuck. I proceeded to hang out with Ian, Frank, and Joe and we were hungry so we went to get food. Then I almost died. I almost choked to death and couldn't breathe. Then I sorta threw up and could kinda breathe again. Fucking sweet. Then went to Frank's homestead and practiced with one of my other bands, The I Owe You. Drums made me really tired, which is why I am home at 10:00 on a Saturday night.
Actually the real reason why I am home is because I have to get up at 6:00 am for work. So tommorow should undoubtedly suck like every other time I have to work. After returning home completely miserable because I bust my ass for 6 and a half hours without a chance to have a break, or even sit down for that matter, I will probably attend to some of my studies, because I am a frequent procrastinator and am behind in my classes. So in conclusion, my entire weekend was/is terrible, and somehow I'm not surprised. I really need someone or something to continuously brighten up my spirits, because as of now, not many things can make me happy.
Once again, I have written something sterotypical in the sense that I am sitting here lamenting, over the self-loathing problematic components indigenous to my brain.
Ha, just kidding. I'm a kidder, what can i say.