|i am at school, moving in, preparing for classes. struggling with the fact that my senior year is not starting out as wonderfully as i had planned. trying *so* hard to get over the first love (and very real heartbreak) of my life. figuring out the kind of person i am now and the kind of person i want to be. |
|Right now I am at work, eating a burrito, and waiting for the moment when I can leave and head over to a friend's party. Right now I am in Seattle, where tonight's air is warm and most people seem happy. Right now I'm thinking of the beautiful man I met last night and hoping he'll call. I broke my policy and gave him my number and now I'm doing exactly what I hate doing and why I instituted the policy in the first place -- waiting. The night is young, however, and remains to be seen. Right now I've had four hours of sleep in the past 36 hours and it's showing. Good night all; hope you're feeling at peace.|
|I'm just bored...with everything. With my whole life. And the more I analyze the things in it, to find out what's wrong, the more familiar it becomes and that drives me crazy. And I know I need to change something, to make it different, but I don't know how. And it's driving me crazy.|
|Right now I'm a bettor. It's my latest obsession, betting on football games. |
Let me make a distinction here. There are bettors, and there are gamblers.
Gamblers love the rush. They want action. Every bet brings the thrill of a new risk, and the hope of a big win.
Bettors are a different breed. They're predators, methodically seeking an edge. Only when they have an edge will they pull the trigger. For a bettor, it's all about winning.
So I'm sitting at home, listening to a radio show from Vegas. I've done my homework, but I want a little confirmation that I made the right moves.
To be honest, I'm new at this. Only time will tell if I can rightly call myself a Bettor, or just another Gambler.
|right now i'm wishing he knew. i'm sick of them all. i'm realizing that my sophomore year won't be anything special and that it can probably only get better.|
i'm so tired of having to deal with it and having to live here.
|Where am I? Where are you?|
I am here. Are you here too?
If you were here, I'd want to hang out with you...but since you're not here, there's nothing I can do.
Ok, enough. I'm on my computer. In Charlottesville, VA (aka Harlottesville). Listening to Jawbox, reading "Female Fetishism."
not san francisco.