I always wondered if siblings could end up marrying each other without realizing it (no, I don’t have an incest fetish). I couldn’t think of any realistic way for this to happen. Fortunately, I don’t have to wonder any more. Apparently, twins who were separated at birth in Britain married each other without realizing that they were related, and only after they were married did they find out that they were brother and sister. Of course, this leads me to wonder how long after the marriage they got the news…ew.
That’s my random news story of the day/week/month/eon. Enjoy.
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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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Winterfest was awesome, even if the DJ did blow his amp. Meh. The upside of that was being able to hear myself think for the last half of the dance. I forgot my crown, though, which was a bummer. They even took pictures of the royalty, and me without my crown…oh well.
Now I’ve got to go back to school, something I really don’t want to do considering the semester ends this Friday. Normally, that’d be a good thing, but I have papers and tests all over the place this week along with my Calculus notebook. I’m probably going to get yet another B in Calc unless all my homework miraculously does itself. Curse my procrastination and concentration problems!
You know, I guess it’s the onset of the end of high school, but it’s getting really hard for me to care about certain things. This holds true for schoolwork (especially Physics and Calc) and other stuff, like my ST simms and bowling. I just don’t care as much as I used to, and it’s bothering me. Things like bowling used to be so much fun, but now I’m anxiously awaiting the end of the league I’m currently in. Maybe it’s some odd form of senioritis, but that’s usually just school-related.
In case you’re starting to worry, no, I’m not depressed. I just don’t know what it is. It seems the only bright spot in my life (what I actually care about) are Lindsay and the rest of my friends. Other than that…
…well, that was a depressing entry. Maybe I’ll find some way to perk up before the semester ends. *wanders off to listen to emo music*
I’m kidding about the emo music bit. I’m not that crazy.
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I don’t like downloading programs using other programs. Yeah, that made a lot of sense. Take the new Google Pack, a compilation of various Google and third-party applications that you can download using the nifty Google Updater. None of the apps are very big. The biggest is Norton AntiVirus 2005 SE, which is 24 megs. I could download that in about five minutes on my current Internet connection. But it’s taken Google almost all afternoon, and the little thingy says it’s got fifty-four minutes to go. Gar. I’d download it seperately, but I can’t figure out how. But this is all beside the point because I don’t like Norton and use avast! instead. It’s free.
L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very, very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore can
Love is all that I can give to you
Love is more than just a game for two
Two in love can make it
Take my heart and please don’t break it
Love was made for me and you
L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very, very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore can
Love is all that I can give to you
Love is more than just a game for two
Two in love can make it
Take my heart and please don’t break it
Love was made for me and you
Love was made for me and you
Love was made for me and you
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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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