Going precious and few are the moments that you and your own worst enemy share
EDIT: I've just realized. In all the versions of Dance Dance Revolution, why did it not occur to introduce new kinds of steps? Granted, I'm not sure how much you could do with them, but if there were long stretches where you couldn't rest your foot on certain pads, and so you had to jump with both feet or something, that would mix things up a bit.
Anyway. You can continue on to my bitching, now. God, if I keep this up, I'll turn into an emo-kid.
Yesterday I had a great day.
I had a good time in school, played some pool with friends, came home and had a good time online, went gorcery shopping with my mom and got some good food, drew a kickass picture, played Super smash Brothers, watched a movie, Had a fucking awesome dinner, and drew a great picture.
So I subconsciously became determined to have a shitty one today.
It was an uphill battle at first. I found out that some actions I took didn't have the consequences I deserved. I brought a bunch of cookies to advisory. It turned out I didn't have to, but everyone liked them. I inked yesterday's kickass. picture. Then I drew another kickass picture. A friend told me she wanted to get me drunk, then gave me her number. She's completely platonic, but still cool.
I persevered, though. I managed to convince myself that I was nearly stalking two girls who are probably my best friends here, then kicked myself for not talking to them. Then yelled at myself for trying to look like I want to hang out with them less than I do, since that is sneaky and duplicitous. Once I got home without lunch, but with an assload of homework and a mother who can't realize that I don't want to talk to her; I knew I was back in my groove.
I'm the best at what I do, and what I do best blows.
Anyway. You can continue on to my bitching, now. God, if I keep this up, I'll turn into an emo-kid.
Yesterday I had a great day.
I had a good time in school, played some pool with friends, came home and had a good time online, went gorcery shopping with my mom and got some good food, drew a kickass picture, played Super smash Brothers, watched a movie, Had a fucking awesome dinner, and drew a great picture.
So I subconsciously became determined to have a shitty one today.
It was an uphill battle at first. I found out that some actions I took didn't have the consequences I deserved. I brought a bunch of cookies to advisory. It turned out I didn't have to, but everyone liked them. I inked yesterday's kickass. picture. Then I drew another kickass picture. A friend told me she wanted to get me drunk, then gave me her number. She's completely platonic, but still cool.
I persevered, though. I managed to convince myself that I was nearly stalking two girls who are probably my best friends here, then kicked myself for not talking to them. Then yelled at myself for trying to look like I want to hang out with them less than I do, since that is sneaky and duplicitous. Once I got home without lunch, but with an assload of homework and a mother who can't realize that I don't want to talk to her; I knew I was back in my groove.
I'm the best at what I do, and what I do best blows.