This weekend was kind of disappointing.

It occurred to me that I don't need people for me to dump my wild stories and epiphanies on. That's why I adopted my red notebook all those months ago...but it fell into disuse when I found that I had somebody to talk to.

That, of course, has largely changed. Sometimes I have thoughts that I want to share that are too menial to blog about but will fade away if I don't tell someone. And these days, there's rarely somebody to tell.

It's OK, though. My red notebook was a bit lonely.

It's sad how events can cause things as menial as my profile pictures to become just a LITTLE bit awkward. I mean, come on. I should be able to use one of my old pictures without thinking, "Ehhhhhh...."

Saturday was completely without action. I was waiting for Kyle to get off work at 9:30 so we could hang out for a while, but at the last minute his mom vetoed. So then the day felt like a double waste.

With all the setbacks my group has faced in Video Productions, I don't know how the teacher expects us to finish our video tomorrow. But she apparently does. Tomorrow will be stressful.


AAAGGGHHHH This is so frustrating it's not even funny.

Oh, I heard a miracle this week. That was special. It was both miraculous and good news, which is usually a good combination. :P

Let's see...what else...

Emotionally torn, check, stress, check, random awesomeness, check. That's it. I really just wanted to update this thing.

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Is that a good way to put it? I dunno.

Boooooooring.

I discovered the Weegee meme, and it gives me great pleasure. Unfortunately, it IS just a meme and therefore can only do so much for me. But now I have a sweet catchphrase to say in awkward conversations. Only fellow net-connoisseurs will catch my meaning. And then it'll be a little inside-joke party.

Mom made a big deal about me leaving the Movie Night before 8:30 tonight for dinner, and when I got home at 8:35 I was told that they'd eaten dinner at 8.

I don't think it's possible to not be frustrated, being in my position with relationships. I don't know what to do with myself. AND BROSEF YOU ARE NOT HELPING.

I want to submit some of my haikus from last year that aren't dark and foreboding like my recent stuff seems to be, but I can't find my portfolio from last year. There was some good stuff.

MurrrrRRRRAAAGHHH.

I feel like a bear that stopped hibernating too soon. And not because I'm tired.


EDIT: OH HEY WAIT MAYBE I'M JUST HORMONAL.

That would explain a lot.

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on your internets updating yer blogz.

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I played lots of running and jumping games last night for about an hour and a half straight, and today I went and did it again. Everything hurts. Basketball practice starts this Thursday, and I'm so...looking forward to that.

Also, I got straight up pelted in the balls with a dodge ball. The only time I will thank Charlie for replacing the old rubber kick balls we used to use.

I wrote a haiku.

I did not do my math homework, which is going to hurt a ton tomorrow.

I had my feet cut out from under me yesterday and then, on an unrelated topic, they were driven up my ass. Everyone's beating me up.

For all the times I've said "maybe THAT's my problem," or something along those lines, I certainly don't act on it much.

I absolutely hate it when people say something incomprehensible, like with some really bad typos or with food in their mouth or something, and it was supposed to be somewhat important, and when you ask them what they said or what they're talking about, they don't know. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW. I don't see how hard it is to explain a bunch of letters you typed or the words that sounded somewhat like "Uh theek uh gun frop." It doesn't matter if you didn't mean to say something or it was unrelated to the conversation: if that's the case, then tell me THAT. Problem solved. Until you do that, I'm sitting here trying to figure out what the answer to my question was to begin with.

Ugh. Berry.

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