I hurt my knee today playing soccer in PE. Some black fat girl stepped on my foot and I went down. I did distract everyone while Luke scored a goal. That's beneficiary I guess. I scored one earlier in the game, too. I had a sense of accomplishment that lasted only about half an hour since I noticed that no one actually cared at all.
I've found recently that I've been happy when I really shouldn't be. I wake up from a afternoon nap and have a smile on my face that I have no idea why it's there. I then become aware it's there, but it stays there. I have nothing to look forward to. So why don't you leave?
Honestly, I've been doing fine in school in social standards. I have somewhere to sit at lunch and I have someone to talk to in most of my classes. Outside of school I haven't hung out with anyone since Monday. Which isn't too bad, but I feel as if I am in a rut. Maybe the smile just wants me to see the optimistic side. Is it possible for a pessimist to change to optimist?
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
I am not a Blogger.
Read the title of this if you give a shit. I am aware that no one really reads blogs anymore unless it is associated with gossip about a celebrity or is giving answers to a test you probably should've studied for earlier.
Even if you don't read my blog (directed towards everyone) then it's pretty obvious by the given information on the dates of the 2 posts I have that I'm really not a blogger. I have a digital journal, which I updated constantly for like a week, then I gave up and do it once every week and that's being generous to myself.
Their are many things I am not that I wish I was. For instance, people find me to be a nonathletic fuck when if they give me a chance they find that I'm not too bad. I blame my parents for that. I always wanted to be a goalie in soccer as a kid. I remember saying it constantly and they never even took the action to look into any soccer teams nearby.
I want to be a womanizer. It's a common thing to want, but I would settle for just one mildly attractive girl to be with me. Is it something with my hair? Do they see my scrawny figure and just assume I'm not strong?
I want to be a genius. I am actually smarter than most, but I am missing the trying factor to that equation. Perhaps I should change that, or do what I usually do and just put it off until tomorrow.
I want to have the ability to talk to people without them making fun of my speech impediment. I was in speech therapy, and I know how to do it, and I know for a fact you understand me, SO SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Last, I want all the lies I've told to come true. For if that happened I'd be a much better person all around. After all, I am just living in a fairytale and the moral of the story is to not be a lazy fuck like me.
Even if you don't read my blog (directed towards everyone) then it's pretty obvious by the given information on the dates of the 2 posts I have that I'm really not a blogger. I have a digital journal, which I updated constantly for like a week, then I gave up and do it once every week and that's being generous to myself.
Their are many things I am not that I wish I was. For instance, people find me to be a nonathletic fuck when if they give me a chance they find that I'm not too bad. I blame my parents for that. I always wanted to be a goalie in soccer as a kid. I remember saying it constantly and they never even took the action to look into any soccer teams nearby.
I want to be a womanizer. It's a common thing to want, but I would settle for just one mildly attractive girl to be with me. Is it something with my hair? Do they see my scrawny figure and just assume I'm not strong?
I want to be a genius. I am actually smarter than most, but I am missing the trying factor to that equation. Perhaps I should change that, or do what I usually do and just put it off until tomorrow.
I want to have the ability to talk to people without them making fun of my speech impediment. I was in speech therapy, and I know how to do it, and I know for a fact you understand me, SO SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Last, I want all the lies I've told to come true. For if that happened I'd be a much better person all around. After all, I am just living in a fairytale and the moral of the story is to not be a lazy fuck like me.
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