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It's times like these when old highschool football cheers come to mind:
Be Aggressive,
Be Be Aggressive,
B-E AGG-R-ESS-I-V-E
Be Aggressive,
Be Be Aggressive!
((Random shouts of Blank School's top rankings in some unknown score chart))
I have noticed that I only update my own livejournal when I look at my friends page and find it unsatisfactorily updated itself. There just aren't enough LJWhores out there to appease me. Even in the boyskissing community-- which is strange because, well, let's just face it: they're all whores. I mean, I'm a whore too.
But I don't publicize it. I mean, I never carry a camera to those events. What are they thinking? I guess I kind of owe them a thank you, actually, because I certainly can't provide my own softcore porn starring... myself.
Went out to dinner with Ashley. Until I get over (or on top of) Michael, I just don't think time spent with anyone else will lead anywhere except to an unhealthy obsessive chat about him. Which will include only me. Don't worry, you're free to make as many irritated looks as you want. It's my polite way of telling you that, while I'm glad you're there, my mind doesn't update until I see him again-- and that, my dear, is when everything in between my seeing him actually registers. So sorry. Maybe this is why I've been making a recluse of myself-- because I know, deep down, that the only person I won't talk about him to is myself, and the only reason I won't talk to myself about him is because I don't want to seem like I've totally lost it.
Sometimes I imagine that he's been secretly reading this. That makes things exciting. Yeah, let's not talk about that.
Oh! News: I have enough hair to put into a decent ponytail now. Interesting, interesting. It doesn't look too... fucking ugly. I just don't know what to do about this shitty hair. I have shitty hair. I think it's because I have a shitty body to go with it. The two things just don't jive well. But I'm actually working on the latter, which is slowly starting to look like I want it to. I wish I could join a swim team or something and be pushed to my limits.
I wouldn't mind having a swimmer's body, either. In fact, I would absolutely adore having a swimmer's body. But I hate going to the Y and swimming because I know I look like a fucking idiot. Right now my body is not meant for water. Picture a stone with toothpick limbs. But I guess you have to start chiseling away somehow. Dance Dance Revolution anyone? Evidently they have a pace counter-- you can see how far you have jogged, jumproped and swum. I "swam" about 2.4 miles today and jogged around 3, I think. My jumproping was in the thousands. Not bad, I guess, but I know the actual act of jogging did more for me. I think DDR is a good way to pace yourself, though. Who knows? I'll just keep doing it. Maybe I'll set a time limit, not a "distance" limit. Yeah. That would be good. Thirty minutes? An hour? You could easily waste an hour on that fucking video game.
I don't want to become bitter, but it looks like that'll just have to do. I mean, I'm an asshole by nature anyway. If I cuss at you, just take it. Haha, yeah, just take it. Kthnx!
Be Aggressive,
Be Be Aggressive,
B-E AGG-R-ESS-I-V-E
Be Aggressive,
Be Be Aggressive!
((Random shouts of Blank School's top rankings in some unknown score chart))
I have noticed that I only update my own livejournal when I look at my friends page and find it unsatisfactorily updated itself. There just aren't enough LJWhores out there to appease me. Even in the boyskissing community-- which is strange because, well, let's just face it: they're all whores. I mean, I'm a whore too.
But I don't publicize it. I mean, I never carry a camera to those events. What are they thinking? I guess I kind of owe them a thank you, actually, because I certainly can't provide my own softcore porn starring... myself.
Went out to dinner with Ashley. Until I get over (or on top of) Michael, I just don't think time spent with anyone else will lead anywhere except to an unhealthy obsessive chat about him. Which will include only me. Don't worry, you're free to make as many irritated looks as you want. It's my polite way of telling you that, while I'm glad you're there, my mind doesn't update until I see him again-- and that, my dear, is when everything in between my seeing him actually registers. So sorry. Maybe this is why I've been making a recluse of myself-- because I know, deep down, that the only person I won't talk about him to is myself, and the only reason I won't talk to myself about him is because I don't want to seem like I've totally lost it.
Sometimes I imagine that he's been secretly reading this. That makes things exciting. Yeah, let's not talk about that.
Oh! News: I have enough hair to put into a decent ponytail now. Interesting, interesting. It doesn't look too... fucking ugly. I just don't know what to do about this shitty hair. I have shitty hair. I think it's because I have a shitty body to go with it. The two things just don't jive well. But I'm actually working on the latter, which is slowly starting to look like I want it to. I wish I could join a swim team or something and be pushed to my limits.
I wouldn't mind having a swimmer's body, either. In fact, I would absolutely adore having a swimmer's body. But I hate going to the Y and swimming because I know I look like a fucking idiot. Right now my body is not meant for water. Picture a stone with toothpick limbs. But I guess you have to start chiseling away somehow. Dance Dance Revolution anyone? Evidently they have a pace counter-- you can see how far you have jogged, jumproped and swum. I "swam" about 2.4 miles today and jogged around 3, I think. My jumproping was in the thousands. Not bad, I guess, but I know the actual act of jogging did more for me. I think DDR is a good way to pace yourself, though. Who knows? I'll just keep doing it. Maybe I'll set a time limit, not a "distance" limit. Yeah. That would be good. Thirty minutes? An hour? You could easily waste an hour on that fucking video game.
I don't want to become bitter, but it looks like that'll just have to do. I mean, I'm an asshole by nature anyway. If I cuss at you, just take it. Haha, yeah, just take it. Kthnx!