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.
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?
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