I never really update this thing, do I? Does that bother anyone? Because it really shouldn't. I just feel that because everyone sees me on IRC or some other messenging thing, and I just blab too much on those, they're tired of my life and it's woes and what I think.
And then I'm just reading my friends like MySpaces and stuff, and they all seem so much more talented than me. One can draw really well, another can write kick ass songs/poems, one can play any sort of acoustic instrument you put in his hands, another just can swim really good and play piano like no tomorrow... *sigh* I feel like I cannot connect with ANY of these people. I mean, I feel so distant from them and it all just sucks.
On a completely unrelated note, social studies (sciences, etc.) pwned, as always, today. We did a little thing on
Tinker v. Des Moines Independent School District for homework, and that's what we basically talked about all of the class. What is the first amendment to us, what kinds of restrictions can schools and public places put on our rights as Americans, stuff like that. It was wonderful. Made me very happy. :)
So we go back to the friends thing. I really think I should put this in some profile or something, and so my friends can go to it if they want. I talk more about real life things and issues than I do boring online stuff. It would make sense. Why go over to creepy MySpace when I can just keep one journal? Sounds good to me.
And blah. Life is really annoying. These people were telling some girl that me and her made a cute couple or something stupid, when I just like her as a friend. And now I think she thinks I like her as more than a friend (because frankly, there is probably no real "I could spend the rest of my life with you" love in middle school relationships), which I don't. And it's distressing, because everyone is always just talking about who's going out with who, who got dumped, who likes who, who would look good together...and people thing I should care about these things, but I don't. I really don't.
Dear Life,
I hate you. You suck. Die.
Regards,
Peter