Go fetchen, bitchen.
Mike and I decided we're not gonna update our Livejournals as much anymore (not that I really do). I just don't feel like puting time into something that I know most people aren't gonna read. Whether people read it or not, I don't really care.
Freaking women. Well, woman to be exact. There happens to be a girl I like, and have liked for I dunno, forever now? I'm pretty sure everyone knows who that is. I've tried for the longest time to get over her, but it just doesn't work. I've had trouble with stuff like that before, but not something that would take me any longer than a month or so. It's been like over a year now (14 months if you want to get really specific) and I've made absolutely no progress. There was even a period of a few months where we didn't talk, but that just made it worse. I'm not sure what to do about it. I've had a few chances with her in the past, but of course I ruined every single one of them. She would always say "wait for me", which I did, and still am, even though it's pretty much over now. Pathetic? Why yes I am!
My birthday is in one week. That's August 30th for all of you who suck at math. I'm excited. I'm not doing anything though. I haven't done anything for my birthday in a few years, mostly out of guilt. It kinda goes along the same line as why I avoid doing costly things at my dad's. I don't want them spending any more money on me than they have to. Besides, my sister is gonna have to go to college soon, so the last thing they need is for me to be selfish and impose on them.
I got my sports physical today. Good Lord. It stayed pretty basic, like a check up, until the end...that so-called "hernia test". MY ASS. All it is is "LET'S PULL DOWN THOSE PANTALOONS AND STROKE YOUR NUTS!!" I was asked to be brave, and I tried damn hard. All the doctor wanted to do was rub my nuts. For those of you who don't know what they do, they tell you to pull down your pants, they grab your nuts, move them around, poke them, make you cough a few times, and then they feel them up to check for testicular cancer. It was one thing to get it once, but he had a doctor-in-training, and she had to do it too, because she didn't know how. I've never been so embarrassed. At least she was hot. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy a sexy fine lady dressed as a doctor inspecting my nuts. It would've been nicer if she was in one of those skimmpy latex nurse outfits, but I'll take what I can get. My doctor, on the other hand, has a grip of steel. I thought he was gonna flatten my nuts. Perhaps I need to change to a female doctor. A hot one. That way physicals will be more fun.
Freaking women. Well, woman to be exact. There happens to be a girl I like, and have liked for I dunno, forever now? I'm pretty sure everyone knows who that is. I've tried for the longest time to get over her, but it just doesn't work. I've had trouble with stuff like that before, but not something that would take me any longer than a month or so. It's been like over a year now (14 months if you want to get really specific) and I've made absolutely no progress. There was even a period of a few months where we didn't talk, but that just made it worse. I'm not sure what to do about it. I've had a few chances with her in the past, but of course I ruined every single one of them. She would always say "wait for me", which I did, and still am, even though it's pretty much over now. Pathetic? Why yes I am!
My birthday is in one week. That's August 30th for all of you who suck at math. I'm excited. I'm not doing anything though. I haven't done anything for my birthday in a few years, mostly out of guilt. It kinda goes along the same line as why I avoid doing costly things at my dad's. I don't want them spending any more money on me than they have to. Besides, my sister is gonna have to go to college soon, so the last thing they need is for me to be selfish and impose on them.
I got my sports physical today. Good Lord. It stayed pretty basic, like a check up, until the end...that so-called "hernia test". MY ASS. All it is is "LET'S PULL DOWN THOSE PANTALOONS AND STROKE YOUR NUTS!!" I was asked to be brave, and I tried damn hard. All the doctor wanted to do was rub my nuts. For those of you who don't know what they do, they tell you to pull down your pants, they grab your nuts, move them around, poke them, make you cough a few times, and then they feel them up to check for testicular cancer. It was one thing to get it once, but he had a doctor-in-training, and she had to do it too, because she didn't know how. I've never been so embarrassed. At least she was hot. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy a sexy fine lady dressed as a doctor inspecting my nuts. It would've been nicer if she was in one of those skimmpy latex nurse outfits, but I'll take what I can get. My doctor, on the other hand, has a grip of steel. I thought he was gonna flatten my nuts. Perhaps I need to change to a female doctor. A hot one. That way physicals will be more fun.