The last couple days have been somewhat malignant in nature. It must've all start when my ex-girlfriend texted me. She mentioned being thankful and hoping I'm doing alright (etcetera, etcetera), but the text that I hadn't replied to was just beginning to get on my nerves. She wasn't the finest of girlfriends and really rarely gave any sort of thought about my feelings (etcetera, etcetera), but some masochistic part of me stuck around in spite of, well, a lot.
Why I'm writing about this I don't know, but she certainly doesn't deserve the time of day. Long story short, unwavering honesty, gratitude, and faithfulness for closer to two years got me nothing but getting kicked to the curb for my archrival who she constanly had a thing for and did nothing about. It is highly likely that I was cheated on at some point or another, too.
Moral of the story? Independence is good, don't get into a trap of being gratified by being held and assuming you're cared for.
At any rate, we'll detach ourselves from my emotions for a while.
Last night I got an hour of practice in, mostly with my left foot. It is better, but I've found my touch has excelled even more.
Today I recieved the dampened excitement that my effort in school is paying off; I got the highest mark in a forty-person class for the first test.
My student ID number is 1151920. In case you're lazy, I got 46/50. That's 92% for those of you who are too astonished to do very, very meagre math.
I'm sorry, that was uncalled for, but at the same time, too sweet not to backspace.
Also, Squash today went well. I beat Tom only once, but the poor guy didn't even get a serve in that round. 9-0. He won seven other somewhat close matches, but still, I feel pretty good about mashing him to a pulp.
And it all still doesn't make me feel any better.
Speaking of feeling sick to my stomach, take a look at one of my (literal and figurative) biggest pal/fan/critic's blogs, Derek's Good Groovitude. As mentioned, the coherency, stylistics, and sheer amount of periods will make even the most cursory of folks queasy. Good (if not great) Groovitude - horrible everything else. And yes, he knows I'm just looking to wind him up.
At least now he does.
Why I'm writing about this I don't know, but she certainly doesn't deserve the time of day. Long story short, unwavering honesty, gratitude, and faithfulness for closer to two years got me nothing but getting kicked to the curb for my archrival who she constanly had a thing for and did nothing about. It is highly likely that I was cheated on at some point or another, too.
Moral of the story? Independence is good, don't get into a trap of being gratified by being held and assuming you're cared for.
At any rate, we'll detach ourselves from my emotions for a while.
Last night I got an hour of practice in, mostly with my left foot. It is better, but I've found my touch has excelled even more.
Today I recieved the dampened excitement that my effort in school is paying off; I got the highest mark in a forty-person class for the first test.
My student ID number is 1151920. In case you're lazy, I got 46/50. That's 92% for those of you who are too astonished to do very, very meagre math.
I'm sorry, that was uncalled for, but at the same time, too sweet not to backspace.
Also, Squash today went well. I beat Tom only once, but the poor guy didn't even get a serve in that round. 9-0. He won seven other somewhat close matches, but still, I feel pretty good about mashing him to a pulp.
And it all still doesn't make me feel any better.
Speaking of feeling sick to my stomach, take a look at one of my (literal and figurative) biggest pal/fan/critic's blogs, Derek's Good Groovitude. As mentioned, the coherency, stylistics, and sheer amount of periods will make even the most cursory of folks queasy. Good (if not great) Groovitude - horrible everything else. And yes, he knows I'm just looking to wind him up.
At least now he does.
2 comments:
one of the few ppl i know that can brag about being beating 7 matches to 1.
good job greggers
now stfu
That's pretty scathing. I propose a treatise involving no sass on eachother's blogs.
I mean, we're supposed to be supportive as friends, right?
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