I hate myself.
I went to go support my roommate in the campus Disney talent show (I was the only roommate to go support her) and some of the people there make me wonder why I didn't get in.
Oh, that's right, because I'm an idiot and forgot the last line. Good job messing it up. There goes your shot.
I've tried out for talent shows since I was at least 14, and I've never gotten into ONE. I feel so stupid.
I am doing everything right, and it's all going so wrong. Nothing is working like it was promised to. I don't have anything left. I can't give anything else! I can't hope anymore, because I can't take it when the hope is crushed. When will I ever learn that nothing will ever change, and that no matter how many times I try, I won't get in, I won't win!
I'm a loser through and through.
Just Don't Deceive Me
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Roommates are Driving me CRAZY!
No, really, it's true. One of them doesn't believe in personal bubble space, and she doesn't understand that when I'm doing something, I'm actually doing it, and that I really don't care about her life's story, or her extended family, or about anything she has to say.
Ouch. Cold, much?
Then I have a roommate who, at first, was pretty cool. Now, though, she'll leave her stuff anywhere, and she doesn't help out a lot around the dorm, and she's never around to help out. She's starting to bug me. A lot. And she'll just go on about all her crap and that's the conversation. Lame.
The roommate I like the best is the one that's actually asked about my life and everything. She's been sick for a bit, and over at another dorm (which bugged me, because it was roomie #1 that didn't make her feel comfortable here, and, I admit, I was jealous that they got her and we didn't). She's really the only one that I feel genuinely listens when I talk to her.
So ready to get out of dorms and away from Freshmen. Obviously I have issues with transitions.
--Soren, out.
Ouch. Cold, much?
Then I have a roommate who, at first, was pretty cool. Now, though, she'll leave her stuff anywhere, and she doesn't help out a lot around the dorm, and she's never around to help out. She's starting to bug me. A lot. And she'll just go on about all her crap and that's the conversation. Lame.
The roommate I like the best is the one that's actually asked about my life and everything. She's been sick for a bit, and over at another dorm (which bugged me, because it was roomie #1 that didn't make her feel comfortable here, and, I admit, I was jealous that they got her and we didn't). She's really the only one that I feel genuinely listens when I talk to her.
So ready to get out of dorms and away from Freshmen. Obviously I have issues with transitions.
--Soren, out.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Life
It's really hard running just one blog. Right now, I'm running about seven. Most of them center around stories that I co-write with a couple of my friends. Keeping up with this blog has, unfortunately, fallen. But not to worry! This is my refuge blog when I want to use whatever I want for a blog title. My other main real-life blog is titled with song titles and lyrics.
Now to the big question: what do I write about?
Now to the big question: what do I write about?
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Yeah, Well, That's Life For You
It's been forever, I know, I'm aware, it's not like anybody cares. Now that I think about it, I really don't see the point of having a blog if no one is going to read it. Oh well, it's for me.
So I was going to do NaNoWriMo (Nation Novel Writing Month), but everything is pounding on me, and so I'm thinking it's not going to happen this year. Sad, I know, but I haven't even hit a thousand words yet, and I'm supposed to be averaging around two thousand words a day. Sucks to be me, yeah? I hate to give up, but I also have to be realisitic. Besides, without that pressure I can write what I want when I want. I got this awesome new book called Writing Magic by Gail Carson Levine, and it's pretty much about how to write. I absolutely LOVE it. I finished it. So. Freaking. Amazing.
I've been going to the gym for physical therapy, and I've been getting better. Now I can walk, almost kneel, but my leg has forgotten how to run. Things you take for granted when you have two perfectly fine legs. It's hard to believe that it's been almost three months since my surgery.
So I was going to do NaNoWriMo (Nation Novel Writing Month), but everything is pounding on me, and so I'm thinking it's not going to happen this year. Sad, I know, but I haven't even hit a thousand words yet, and I'm supposed to be averaging around two thousand words a day. Sucks to be me, yeah? I hate to give up, but I also have to be realisitic. Besides, without that pressure I can write what I want when I want. I got this awesome new book called Writing Magic by Gail Carson Levine, and it's pretty much about how to write. I absolutely LOVE it. I finished it. So. Freaking. Amazing.
I've been going to the gym for physical therapy, and I've been getting better. Now I can walk, almost kneel, but my leg has forgotten how to run. Things you take for granted when you have two perfectly fine legs. It's hard to believe that it's been almost three months since my surgery.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Epiphany!
I have just recently realized that I can say whatever I want here! I can be sarcastic, I can be mean, I can be sadistic because:
A) No one freaking reads this thing
2) Who cares if they do?
d) Because I freaking CAN!!!
Wow, I haven't felt this liberated in...well, awhile. It's way cool because since no one is reading this, I don't have to keep up pretenses, I don't have to worry about their feelings, and, well, I would say some more deep, liberating things, but George of the Jungle is on in the background and I keep losing my train of thought.
I know I lost my resolve to write here every day. But really, who wants to hear about my daily drudges and exploits? If you do, speak now or forever hold your peace!
A) No one freaking reads this thing
2) Who cares if they do?
d) Because I freaking CAN!!!
Wow, I haven't felt this liberated in...well, awhile. It's way cool because since no one is reading this, I don't have to keep up pretenses, I don't have to worry about their feelings, and, well, I would say some more deep, liberating things, but George of the Jungle is on in the background and I keep losing my train of thought.
I know I lost my resolve to write here every day. But really, who wants to hear about my daily drudges and exploits? If you do, speak now or forever hold your peace!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
It's Been A While
I know, I know. I haven't written in forever. In my defense, I've been dealing with a lot of stuff. Mainly graduation. Which is tomorrow. Wow.
So, I have to say goodbye to a lot of friends. Which is the hard part.
I suddenly don't know what to write. Wow. Okay. I guess this is all you get this time. Enjoy.
So, I have to say goodbye to a lot of friends. Which is the hard part.
I suddenly don't know what to write. Wow. Okay. I guess this is all you get this time. Enjoy.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
....Cheerleaders. Need I Say More?
Okay, so we all know that cheerleaders are given a bad rep for being stoopud. And I try as much as I can to stay unbiased until I actually know them. However...well, as you'll see from these quotes, if there were ever a cheerleading squad (is that what they're called?) to fit the cliche, this squad would definitely be at the top of the list.
For example, take today.
Cheerleader: "Omigosh. My leg is bleeding hysterically!"
Drama (LATER): "When I heard that, I laughed profusely."
Or you can take Freshman Orientation.
Sign: "Welcome Freshman!"
Drama Director: "YOU! You're the the freshman who gets to be welcomed this year!"
Maybe you should take the pep assembly.
Cheerleader: "And you have to be able to speak legibly."
(For those of you having trouble figuring that one out, you can't speak legibly. You can only write legibly)
These totally made my day, and considering that there's a pep assembly on Friday being hosted by the cheerleaders, there's bound to be alot more quotes on the way. Mwahahaha!!
For example, take today.
Cheerleader: "Omigosh. My leg is bleeding hysterically!"
Drama (LATER): "When I heard that, I laughed profusely."
Or you can take Freshman Orientation.
Sign: "Welcome Freshman!"
Drama Director: "YOU! You're the the freshman who gets to be welcomed this year!"
Maybe you should take the pep assembly.
Cheerleader: "And you have to be able to speak legibly."
(For those of you having trouble figuring that one out, you can't speak legibly. You can only write legibly)
These totally made my day, and considering that there's a pep assembly on Friday being hosted by the cheerleaders, there's bound to be alot more quotes on the way. Mwahahaha!!
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