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Monday, September 22nd, 2008
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9:40 pm
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| Tuesday, August 12th, 2008
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2:31 am - Fuck...
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Fuck.
( Private to self: )
This place is so worked up. Everybody's freaking out about one thing or another. I'm tired of being a faggot, of having to put up with everybody's shit. How much more simple would life be if I could just be with women? I'm tired of fighting for something that's just gonna come back to fuck me over later.
current mood: depressed, lonely, exhausted
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| Thursday, July 24th, 2008
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3:44 am
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So I'm finally back home for a while. God, it's nice to be back in a bed. Still worried as hell about Caleb. Brad said he'd drive me down there if I need, but I figure I can get down there without him if need be. Not that far. Half-hour walk, twenty-minute jog. Plus, I can sprint so not that long at all really.
I was thinking about trying out for lacrosse as my second sport but I don't know what to do. I'm a good runner but track seems boring. Maybe soccer.
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| Thursday, May 29th, 2008
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2:49 am
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Alright. That makes twelve applications. Six final projects. An extra credit assignment and one birthday present finally finished.
I won't know about my FA applications for at least another two weeks. On the bright side, it means I can have a social life again outside my bi-weekly meetings with Scott. Cal's been out doing stuff constantly lately. It's like I can't keep track of my own roomie.
Anyways, I called Brad and let him know about my hopes for the summer. He's all for it. Says he might even stop up again and see people.
( Private )
current mood: accomplished
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| Thursday, March 27th, 2008
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6:37 am - Spring Fling
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So I've saved up enough money and skipped enough meals to buy two tickets to the dance. I suppose I should get along with it and ask Ella to go. Our date Tuesday went great. Made plans for another one this weekend.
The thing that sucks about having an online journal, I suppose, is that you aren't writing to yourself. See, y'all are reading this right now. So it's really pretty useless in terms of getting my real problems out so long as I'm conscious of the fact that anyone could read this.
Man, at least back in Mobile I knew how to have a good time. And I could have friends without them breathing down my neck constantly. Everyone's so cozy around here I've got no breathing room. No chance to do what I want with who I want...
Whatever.
current mood: confused
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