This was originally a MySpace thing, so just ignore the references to MySpace
... and that would be the main point of this whole post. The rest is just a rant. A rant at 1:02 AM by me means massive loads of cynicism and annoyance; in other words, it is not the happiest thing to read.
I suppose the only ones that will read this bulletin will be those that either (a) actually care or (b) are bored enough to read it. Hmm, I suppose that applies to all MySpace bulletins, huh. Nevermind.
Noel was a bunch of mixed feelings, I suppose. It was great fun, but it did not end the way I hoped at all. It did end the way I knew it would, though. Or, rather, had a hunch. Hard to really know the future, huh? Curious. Could ToK the hell out of that question.
This week kind of sucked for me overall. Started with getting dumped (couldn't find a way to make this sound better and grammatically correct... sorry, I'm really, really tired). I don't blame her in the slightest, nor do I feel any animosity towards her - if it didn't work out for her, it just didn't. Can't force chemistry or nature. Similarly, I kind of both expected and deserved it. Still, I was much more upset than I thought I'd be.
Continuing (and being more vague), it is difficult to believe myself a lot, but especially when I try to tell myself that sometimes (maybe even most times, hell), people just don't care about me. I'm not trying to be mean or bitter, it's just a fact. I mean, really, the only people that should care about me are my friends, right (or my enemies, but I really like to think I don't have any)? And even then, I'd be willing to bet I occupy only a small portion of their active thinking (well, at least, most of them). It's not just to me, either. Kind of works universally. This point is debatable, but like I said, I'm exhausted, I don't feel like arguing out the more finite points, although I suppose I would if you, the reader, really, really wanted to.
Played the worst tennis ever the next day. Something about that is just all sorts of depressing. It's my goto thing, y'know? If that doesn't work, I don't know what else would.
Tossed together 4 essays for Stanford on Thursday night, because they are homosexual and don't go with the Common App. Also, got into PCC classes whose scheduling was quite poor, because I signed up late. Oh well.
Tonight...
Well, you probably know about tonight. But to refresh, deferred by Yale as well as having... well, Noel is an LJ entry all by itself.
The most annoying thing is that I definitely had the power to make this a better week, yet, due to my stubborn nature, I decided to play it as it lay anyway, and hope for the best.
Anyway, like I said, I'm deleting this (MySpace account) by Monday, mainly so I can stop wasting time on it and maybe, just maybe, do something constructive.
Peace, all. Goodnight.
~pook
I suppose the only ones that will read this bulletin will be those that either (a) actually care or (b) are bored enough to read it. Hmm, I suppose that applies to all MySpace bulletins, huh. Nevermind.
Noel was a bunch of mixed feelings, I suppose. It was great fun, but it did not end the way I hoped at all. It did end the way I knew it would, though. Or, rather, had a hunch. Hard to really know the future, huh? Curious. Could ToK the hell out of that question.
This week kind of sucked for me overall. Started with getting dumped (couldn't find a way to make this sound better and grammatically correct... sorry, I'm really, really tired). I don't blame her in the slightest, nor do I feel any animosity towards her - if it didn't work out for her, it just didn't. Can't force chemistry or nature. Similarly, I kind of both expected and deserved it. Still, I was much more upset than I thought I'd be.
Continuing (and being more vague), it is difficult to believe myself a lot, but especially when I try to tell myself that sometimes (maybe even most times, hell), people just don't care about me. I'm not trying to be mean or bitter, it's just a fact. I mean, really, the only people that should care about me are my friends, right (or my enemies, but I really like to think I don't have any)? And even then, I'd be willing to bet I occupy only a small portion of their active thinking (well, at least, most of them). It's not just to me, either. Kind of works universally. This point is debatable, but like I said, I'm exhausted, I don't feel like arguing out the more finite points, although I suppose I would if you, the reader, really, really wanted to.
Played the worst tennis ever the next day. Something about that is just all sorts of depressing. It's my goto thing, y'know? If that doesn't work, I don't know what else would.
Tossed together 4 essays for Stanford on Thursday night, because they are homosexual and don't go with the Common App. Also, got into PCC classes whose scheduling was quite poor, because I signed up late. Oh well.
Tonight...
Well, you probably know about tonight. But to refresh, deferred by Yale as well as having... well, Noel is an LJ entry all by itself.
The most annoying thing is that I definitely had the power to make this a better week, yet, due to my stubborn nature, I decided to play it as it lay anyway, and hope for the best.
Anyway, like I said, I'm deleting this (MySpace account) by Monday, mainly so I can stop wasting time on it and maybe, just maybe, do something constructive.
Peace, all. Goodnight.
~pook