carbs galore
i just haven't done well today with the whole hypoglycemia thing today. read some for honors, went to game day in the science building, read some more, then played capture the flag. since something's been trying to settle in my lungs this entire week, i probably shouldn't have, as evidenced by almost passing out three different times. i'm still a little dizzy.
while i was reading, my future dropped by to say hello again. i still don't know at all what's going to happen, or even how to plan for it, or what angle to go at it, or what i want to do. the same old same old. but today it hurt with salt and rubbing alcohol. i don't know myself well enough to know what i want to do. i'm nowhere near getting a job or even an internship. then that reminds me of dating and i think i'm really attracted to this girl but what can i do, i don't even have a job. not to mention relationships definitely are not a strong point on my part. it's just been rough emotionally today.
it's been a beat up on myself day. if i wanted to be a rock star, wouldn't i want to practice more and write more and play more? shouldn't i? but that's changed somewhere, something went amiss. a reason or a why must have been forgotten or rejected. i just don't know what one or ones. passion would be nice to have, i'm fairly passionate about writing though. nothing seems very important. i feel very third personish. i dunno, tomorrow will be different. that's how it rolls usually.
trust.
while i was reading, my future dropped by to say hello again. i still don't know at all what's going to happen, or even how to plan for it, or what angle to go at it, or what i want to do. the same old same old. but today it hurt with salt and rubbing alcohol. i don't know myself well enough to know what i want to do. i'm nowhere near getting a job or even an internship. then that reminds me of dating and i think i'm really attracted to this girl but what can i do, i don't even have a job. not to mention relationships definitely are not a strong point on my part. it's just been rough emotionally today.
it's been a beat up on myself day. if i wanted to be a rock star, wouldn't i want to practice more and write more and play more? shouldn't i? but that's changed somewhere, something went amiss. a reason or a why must have been forgotten or rejected. i just don't know what one or ones. passion would be nice to have, i'm fairly passionate about writing though. nothing seems very important. i feel very third personish. i dunno, tomorrow will be different. that's how it rolls usually.
trust.