Shit, she takes 293842938 showers a day.
First entry in awhile. Seems I only like to update when I'm feeling good about things. But you know, it's funny. What's easier for other people to read? Sad entries or happy entries? Does it feel better to read that someone is doing better than you or doing badly? I think both are depressing. So what is the perfect mood for a Livejournal entry? An indifferent sort of recalling of events? No. So really, what is Livejournal for? Makes you think. Or at least it makes me think. But I digress.
It's incredible, this happiness. It boggles my mind, really, how much one person can do for another person. I've always been disbelieving of that giddy feeling people claim they get; I discarded that thought because it just didn't seem possible. But now I understand and it blows my mind. And it's incredible that it can suddenly change me for the good instead of the bad. I've always thought that the opposite sex can only have a negative effects on me. I'm glad that's not true. There's always been more than one guy for me; there's never been one special one. But now it's different and there's no one else I want more than this one.
I had a great weekend. I'm just plain happy right now, despite how crappy I feel. No more Philosophy to worry about! That is such a relief, to be honest. I'm not even worried about being behind a credit because it's such an unbelievable weight lifted from my shoulders. So now, on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, I don't have class till 1. That boosts my morale in a crazy crazy way.
I think, also, the day after a party makes me happy. Especially when we have a big party and the next morning, the house is reasonably clean. There are bottles everywhere of course, but at least this time there isn't sticky crumby cupcake garbage all over the place. And everyone tells me they had a good time. There's something satisfying about holding a reasonably clean party at which everyone had a good time. Even if I had very little to do with it, since I was up in my room for a lot of the night.
But hey, I met a few people. Cool people. So I don't feel bad for being slightly antisocial.
And I made the volleyball team. Not just the Hey,-You-Can-Practice-With-Us-But-Not-Necessarily-Play-in-Games team, but the best 8 or 9 players that tried out. So that gives me a nice accomplished feeling that hasn't been common lately.
Actually, I lie. I really don't care all that much. I wasn't even excited, hence this being the 5th paragraph in the entry. Not a big deal. Which makes me feel ungrateful.
I think the biggest downfall about living in a townhouse is the single bathroom thing. The worst feeling is having to pee while someone is in the shower. And she just got in.
It's incredible, this happiness. It boggles my mind, really, how much one person can do for another person. I've always been disbelieving of that giddy feeling people claim they get; I discarded that thought because it just didn't seem possible. But now I understand and it blows my mind. And it's incredible that it can suddenly change me for the good instead of the bad. I've always thought that the opposite sex can only have a negative effects on me. I'm glad that's not true. There's always been more than one guy for me; there's never been one special one. But now it's different and there's no one else I want more than this one.
I had a great weekend. I'm just plain happy right now, despite how crappy I feel. No more Philosophy to worry about! That is such a relief, to be honest. I'm not even worried about being behind a credit because it's such an unbelievable weight lifted from my shoulders. So now, on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, I don't have class till 1. That boosts my morale in a crazy crazy way.
I think, also, the day after a party makes me happy. Especially when we have a big party and the next morning, the house is reasonably clean. There are bottles everywhere of course, but at least this time there isn't sticky crumby cupcake garbage all over the place. And everyone tells me they had a good time. There's something satisfying about holding a reasonably clean party at which everyone had a good time. Even if I had very little to do with it, since I was up in my room for a lot of the night.
But hey, I met a few people. Cool people. So I don't feel bad for being slightly antisocial.
And I made the volleyball team. Not just the Hey,-You-Can-Practice-With-Us-But-Not-Necessarily-Play-in-Games team, but the best 8 or 9 players that tried out. So that gives me a nice accomplished feeling that hasn't been common lately.
Actually, I lie. I really don't care all that much. I wasn't even excited, hence this being the 5th paragraph in the entry. Not a big deal. Which makes me feel ungrateful.
I think the biggest downfall about living in a townhouse is the single bathroom thing. The worst feeling is having to pee while someone is in the shower. And she just got in.