The Beat Goes On
So. Despite my attempts to fight it off since the end of the summer, I have bronchitis. It sucks. I can't do swimming now but that does leave more time for martial arts and jazz. My date for homecoming backed out on me, this would be the second girl to do so, but now that the date is changed to saturday she wants to go. But thats the same day as the Bad Religion/Anti-Flag concert. Heres the other thing. I have no idea if she just wants go as friends or something else. Cause honestly she really doesn't treat me like either. Heh. Oh well. I might be staying home from school today.... which would be cool were it not for the fact I'm gonna spend it awake probably with nothing to do feeling gross.
So to summarize.
High school Sucks
Bronchitis Sucks
Girls around here suck.
(not in the good way for me)
But yet it doesn't bother me all that much.
It just takes too much time to think about, and that pisses me off.
Cause I know I could do better stuff like I used to. Like write more, or read more, or play more music or work out. But.... lethargy's a bitch.
Dropkick/Big D concert was awesome, those pits were so crazy... Nothing gives you more respect for your irish heritage than watching REAL Boston Irish men, drunk, moshing, in kilts, while you have your dinky kilt, and are moshing with them, as they kick the crap out of any of the ass holes. And then attempting to crowd surf onto the stage and having the kilt thrown over my head in the process and being dropped on my back a foot away from the stage. Good Times.
Camping was ok.. it was too long... and I had too much responsibility. For me camping is about freedom and it was anything but that, but thats what happens when you have a leadership role in Boy Scouts.... man sometimes I even wonder why I'm in it. But fire, knives, and woods are awesome. So are practical jokes. And anyone who's in scouts knows what I'm talking about, anyone who wasn't, is missing out.
My buddy Matt and I went spelunking (my new favorite word and cave-diving for those of you less versed in the field :) ) That was awesome. And the hike/sheer surface climb to the summit was awesome as well. I want more time to do this stuff on my own.
School eats too much of my damn time.
Oh and against my better judgment I shaved... not just some parts of my face.. but my stomach and.. other regions... And I either suck at shaving or smoothies as I will now call anyone who shaves such parts are martyrs for their art. Heh heh....
Long entry.. hmmm
So I'm gonna get to bed.
Maybe..
Probably not.
But this is where it ends.
I swear.
Right here.
No more.
Done.
Wel-
done.
So to summarize.
High school Sucks
Bronchitis Sucks
Girls around here suck.
(not in the good way for me)
But yet it doesn't bother me all that much.
It just takes too much time to think about, and that pisses me off.
Cause I know I could do better stuff like I used to. Like write more, or read more, or play more music or work out. But.... lethargy's a bitch.
Dropkick/Big D concert was awesome, those pits were so crazy... Nothing gives you more respect for your irish heritage than watching REAL Boston Irish men, drunk, moshing, in kilts, while you have your dinky kilt, and are moshing with them, as they kick the crap out of any of the ass holes. And then attempting to crowd surf onto the stage and having the kilt thrown over my head in the process and being dropped on my back a foot away from the stage. Good Times.
Camping was ok.. it was too long... and I had too much responsibility. For me camping is about freedom and it was anything but that, but thats what happens when you have a leadership role in Boy Scouts.... man sometimes I even wonder why I'm in it. But fire, knives, and woods are awesome. So are practical jokes. And anyone who's in scouts knows what I'm talking about, anyone who wasn't, is missing out.
My buddy Matt and I went spelunking (my new favorite word and cave-diving for those of you less versed in the field :) ) That was awesome. And the hike/sheer surface climb to the summit was awesome as well. I want more time to do this stuff on my own.
School eats too much of my damn time.
Oh and against my better judgment I shaved... not just some parts of my face.. but my stomach and.. other regions... And I either suck at shaving or smoothies as I will now call anyone who shaves such parts are martyrs for their art. Heh heh....
Long entry.. hmmm
So I'm gonna get to bed.
Maybe..
Probably not.
But this is where it ends.
I swear.
Right here.
No more.
Done.
Wel-
done.