Yankees suck.
I hate the Yankees. As a Mets fan and as a fan of the world of baseball as we know it, I hate the Yankees. I hate Derek Jeter and his Visa/American Express/whatever-the-fuck-credit-card-he’s-whoring-himself-out-for commercial (it’s not like he even NEEDS the money… $123M over 7 years plus the opportunity for more than that after the contract expires apparently ISN’T ENOUGH.) I hate Georgie Porgie and his deep wallet. I hate Roger Clemens and how he can get off throwing into guys and Pedro Martinez can’t without being called a pussy. If that’s the case, Clemens is just as much a pussy as Martinez.
Ok, now that I got that out of my system, lets see what’s new now…
SA Rep: Loads and loads of bureaucracy. You wouldn’t believe it. I can’t even remember some of the ridiculous motions and procedures there were in that meeting. We didn’t get done till 11PM. And we started at 7. I think the CIW council meeting got done before we did, and they start at 9:45! I mean, what goes on in there is important, but it’s draining. Physically and mentally. Mostly mentally though.
School: I’m behind. I’ll admit.
I have a mid-term to study for (mid-term is tomorrow), and I have 2 projects due Monday… one of which is a concrete deadline. So, in studying, I have to at least start the project (which I can do, since it’s the same class.) Maybe I should’ve drove home last week instead of taking the bus this week… meh. Nothing I can do now.
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(Enter weird, cryptic paragraph that only I will understand… meant for someone else, but she’ll probably not understand it either… or even know it’s referring to her.)
Am I getting jealous over something I shouldn’t be, or something I have no control over? Is that just me, or am I seeing something that isn’t there? I think maybe I’m just angry at my past; angry at seeing opportunities that weren’t there… just ones that I wish were there. I want to talk to her, but being around her is also frustrating (but I’ll never let her know that)… just knowing that I might be wasting my time looking for something she already found and has no need of searching for. Same story, different girl. Years apart, yet it feels so familiar…. I love how history repeats itself in these weird, fucked up ways. I grow stronger, but the rest of the world grows an order stronger than I do. I fall behind the others, and it leaves me alone. Alone.
Yeah, so if you got that, then you either know me from High School, or you’re me. So… if you think you understood what I just said, mail me, or leave a comment of something, and tell me what you think I meant… I’d like to see how far off all of you really are. Like most people in my High School were.
*sigh*… 