Things have been hard lately, & I haven't had anyone to share it with lately bc the people that I usually confide in are away on vacation. It's so much harder to keep this all to myself... & it isn't really the same when I tell them on the phone. In this sense, I don't mind that school starts in a couple of days bc I can get lost in everything again & the only things I'll worry about is printing my essays before third period & if Owen & Hub will be around to protect me during fourth from the EVIL BORE.
Which is worse... running away from what bothers you or putting yourself in situation that will probably make you uncomfortable on a very important night where nothing should go wrong?
Ewok scratched my arm. Ouch.
Everything depresses me now. What gets me through it are Thursday nights,& knowing that come late August, I'm going to be in a new environment, one where what bothers me now can't bother me anymore. & if it does, I can spend all hours @ the USF gym, on the treadmill, figuratively running away from it all.
I'm both extremely excited & extremely fearful of prom. Stupid pressures.
A friend is choosing his gf over his friends. I tell him how this upsets his friends. He says it's hard when everyone hates her. Should I still try to make peace when on her website, she curses all of the people "who make her life so hard"? Excuse me for wanting a friend to have more than a one dimensional life that consists of bitching about school & hanging out with his gf. To my knowledge, before her, he had this great group of friends who adored him. Why anyone would choose a bitchy gf over friends who adore you is beyond me. I wish someone would explain it to me.
Don't see Better Luck Tomorrow. Go see Bend It Like Beckham. May 2nd I'm looking forward to... hopefully double date w/the Shargh couple for Lizzie. That's the punishment the boyfriend receives for taking me to go see Boat Trip. May that be a lesson to him.
Anyone who doesnt have one for themselves, come to my place for a grad party after the ceremony! May 31st... when my family decides to get me drunk with 2ft bottles of wine that they save for this very occasion. No, I'm not kidding...
It's cold. & lunchtime... my sis is ending her spring break here with a lunchtime outing. Wonder where we're going...
Which is worse... running away from what bothers you or putting yourself in situation that will probably make you uncomfortable on a very important night where nothing should go wrong?
Ewok scratched my arm. Ouch.
Everything depresses me now. What gets me through it are Thursday nights,& knowing that come late August, I'm going to be in a new environment, one where what bothers me now can't bother me anymore. & if it does, I can spend all hours @ the USF gym, on the treadmill, figuratively running away from it all.
I'm both extremely excited & extremely fearful of prom. Stupid pressures.
A friend is choosing his gf over his friends. I tell him how this upsets his friends. He says it's hard when everyone hates her. Should I still try to make peace when on her website, she curses all of the people "who make her life so hard"? Excuse me for wanting a friend to have more than a one dimensional life that consists of bitching about school & hanging out with his gf. To my knowledge, before her, he had this great group of friends who adored him. Why anyone would choose a bitchy gf over friends who adore you is beyond me. I wish someone would explain it to me.
Don't see Better Luck Tomorrow. Go see Bend It Like Beckham. May 2nd I'm looking forward to... hopefully double date w/the Shargh couple for Lizzie. That's the punishment the boyfriend receives for taking me to go see Boat Trip. May that be a lesson to him.
Anyone who doesnt have one for themselves, come to my place for a grad party after the ceremony! May 31st... when my family decides to get me drunk with 2ft bottles of wine that they save for this very occasion. No, I'm not kidding...
It's cold. & lunchtime... my sis is ending her spring break here with a lunchtime outing. Wonder where we're going...
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