At long last, the week of midterms hell is over! I’m so happy! Well, not as happy as I could be, I suppose, considering I probably ended up with a horrible grade in Calc. And I promise that next semester, I’ll actually do my homework for it.
Girls basketball game tonight (oh joy…), but I’m going out to dinner with Lindsay before and then to a movie-fest-night-thing at a friend’s house. Much rejoicing will be had.
Now that I’m going into a three day weekend, I had better get working on my website. Huzzah for Photoshop and Dreamweaver and mass amounts of tutorials!
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Everyone’s talking about some new editor…it looks the same to me. I must have missed something.
I got picked as the Winterfest Senior Prince. Go me and my nifty crown. It may not be as prestigious as Homecoming King, but I don’t care. I like to start small. Like taking over Canada. Then I’ll go on to take over the rest of the world. Excellent.
Winterfest tomorrow night. It’d probably be a good idea to get my car to stop making odd noises before then. I don’t think a clicking engine is likely to impress the ladies. Well, lady. But that’s beside the point. If you take Travis’s word for it, I’m a die-hard lady’s man. Oh yeah.
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Happy New Year everyone! Yeah, a bit late. Oh well.
This is going to be one my “feelings” posts, so if you ever find the urge to retch becoming powerful, you’d best stop reading.
I’ve never really been good at expressing myself, especially when girls are involved, and even more especially when I’m dating said girls. Even once we’re well past first base, I still find it a little hard to just sit down and tell her how I feel. Of course, I’ve only dated, what, two girls, so I’m not expecting to be an expert or anything. But I still find it odd that I can’t just tell my girlfriend how I feel about her. And why not? Am I afraid of some sort of rejection? It’s really just silly. I’ve made out with her, for crying out loud, I should be able to talk to her.
For the most part, I’m talking about Lindsay here. But I also realize that I was the same way back in sophomore year, when I dated Becca. Now, what I’m about to say may violate common sense, but I’ve got to say it anyways:
Becca and Lindsay, you two are the best things that ever happened to me. I’d never dream of hurting either of you. If I never made that clear before, I’m saying it now. Thanks.
All right, I’m done. We now return you to your regularly scheduled program, whatever that may be.
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Well, I ‘m feeling very bummed today. I don’t quite know why. It may have to do with the fact that my ex-girlfriend has a new boyfriend. That shouldn’t bother me at all. I guess it’s just that feeling of uselessness. I can’t explain it. Perhaps its just that she has a BF, yet I can’t get a girlfriend to save my life. But that gets me thinking. I don’t particularly want a girlfriend. It seems pointless. You’re not going to marry them. You sure as hell don’t truly love them. What’s the point? All the courtship has gone out of dating. These days, its more of a “you’re hot, go out with me” thing. I don’t want to be part of something that low anymore. Although, I do feel lonely at times.
I have the ACT on Saturday. Wish me luck. I don’t think it will be too tough. The only thing that bothers me is how I have to be up at Western at 8 in the morning to take it. That means I have to wake up at 6:30 so I have time to find the room. I’m gonna be dead for the first hour or so. Good thing we have lotsa Mountain Dew at home. I’m definitely gonna need that caffeine boost.
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Hey guys! This is my first time blogging, so it’s bound to be…interesting. But anyhow, today was pretty normal, considering my “big” breakup with my girlfriend of 7 months yesterday. I hear she’s pretty bummed out, and that’s weird since she broke it off. Oh well, who am I to judge the minds of women? Sorry, no more waxing (or waning) poetic. Just a couple hours ago my senior high youth group went out and kidnapped some freshmen for a little “initiation”. We made them dress up and sing YMCA. Oh the horrors! But it was great. Hopefully they’ll show up tomorrow for Sunday School. Well, it’s late and there’s always tomorrow for more blogging, so peace out and keep it real, yo!
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