Ugh....
I'm updating my journal because its been a while (I got lazy, busy, etc.), and I'm pretty bored right now. Anyway, so the past week has been fairly interesting. I've been rushing to get a lot of stuff done seeing as how this is finals week and all. I managed to get all of my art projects in on time! My paper was done, only to find out that all but 2 people didn't follow the ocmplete set of firections (myself included), so hopefully those 10 page papers/finals will turn out ok. I had finals in math and bio. I think I did terrible on both. Terrible as in I would be happy to receive a D. Yup. It was rough to say the least. Next semester I swear this senioritis is not going to get to me anymore. Its getting out of control!
Anyway, enough about school cause that's not very interesting. Obviously, its school. Well, swimming has been a bitch. Yes, a bitch. Like one of those female dogs....except this one has fleas so it constantly scratches and bites at its self until it bleeds. Basically I've swam twice since we got back from winter break. Last night was on of the nights and I did some short axis work, and let me tell you, breast stroke kicks my ass. I don't ever want my shoulder to feel like that again. Ever. Granted it wasn't the worst that it was ever been, and I didn't cry or anything, but geez. It didn't feel nice.
I've been teaching and coaching. That's been eh, an ok time. Basically Bill has subconsciously been a douch to me for the past week and a half ever since he started thinking I'm a slacker because I haven't been coming to practice as often as I should. Whatever. There's more anger with that whole swim issue than just the small points that have been discussed, but I'll save it for another time.
I have a lot of other stuff on my mind too. It distracts me a lot. I feel bad. I don't want to get into it, but I feel bad. Terrible. I don't know what to do though. I don't want or need advice because its not something that other people can help me solve, I just really wish I'd hurry up and find a solution. Then maybe my bullshit lifestyle would actually have the capability of taking on a life with deeper meaning. Its gonna take some time.
I hung out with some fun people this past weekend, lunch was fun as usual, went to a "Freak Nasty" roller hockey game with Sam....who would name their team that is beyond me. Anyway, that's basically it. Hope your lives have been more interesting than mine.
-L-
Anyway, enough about school cause that's not very interesting. Obviously, its school. Well, swimming has been a bitch. Yes, a bitch. Like one of those female dogs....except this one has fleas so it constantly scratches and bites at its self until it bleeds. Basically I've swam twice since we got back from winter break. Last night was on of the nights and I did some short axis work, and let me tell you, breast stroke kicks my ass. I don't ever want my shoulder to feel like that again. Ever. Granted it wasn't the worst that it was ever been, and I didn't cry or anything, but geez. It didn't feel nice.
I've been teaching and coaching. That's been eh, an ok time. Basically Bill has subconsciously been a douch to me for the past week and a half ever since he started thinking I'm a slacker because I haven't been coming to practice as often as I should. Whatever. There's more anger with that whole swim issue than just the small points that have been discussed, but I'll save it for another time.
I have a lot of other stuff on my mind too. It distracts me a lot. I feel bad. I don't want to get into it, but I feel bad. Terrible. I don't know what to do though. I don't want or need advice because its not something that other people can help me solve, I just really wish I'd hurry up and find a solution. Then maybe my bullshit lifestyle would actually have the capability of taking on a life with deeper meaning. Its gonna take some time.
I hung out with some fun people this past weekend, lunch was fun as usual, went to a "Freak Nasty" roller hockey game with Sam....who would name their team that is beyond me. Anyway, that's basically it. Hope your lives have been more interesting than mine.
-L-