This whole week really makes me sad.  Can't wait for it to be better.  For everyone.  

 I think I've gone too far into my head and fear I can't get out. >.

I hate eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner alone.  Having my efforts to make friends result in absolute nothingness is beyond frustrating.  -.-

I guess things have just been really hard lately.  Not just because I utterly fail at golf (not that that was really the point of going anyways) or that I got some hassle-ridden speeding ticket, it's because I have to say goodbye to things and people that I really love.  I can't ignore it, and I can't push it away any more and it's just quite a lot ( Read more... )

I swear, sometimes I don't even know what to do with the routines we're given in hip-hop.  For tonight's class, we did a routine to The Pussycat Doll's "When I Grow Up" where my guy teacher gave a class full of girls instructions like, "I don't care what you guys do during this count, but it has to just be hott," and "Walk for four counts and make ( Read more... )

BU Orientation was way better than I ever expected.  Everyone I met there was so friendly and came off as genuinely cool people, plus they actually managed to pull off icebreakers for a huge group of teenagers that were not only fun, but really did help you meet people.  The only downside to the entire thing was getting sick on the way there and ( Read more... )

What a miserable night.

Just came back from my first salsa club and it was absolutely amazing.  I was invited and then left 15 minutes later so I didn't have time to process my usual what-if-I-suck-and/or-nobody-dances-with-me routine.  I hadn't done salsa since December and I still can't believe I didn't fail!  People were so nice and actually asked me to dance!  And the ( Read more... )

So I get home late, in kind of a confused, embarrassed state, and sit on top of my car with the radio playing through the open windows.  My mind is in a jumble, I just don't know what to do, and then this song magically comes on:

Desmond has a barrow in the market place
Molly is the singer in a band
Desmond says to Molly "girl I like your face"
And ( Read more... )

Dear Life,

Stop being suckie. *shakes finger at*  I kinda need to enjoy life right now. *pokes*  So stop making that so hard. *scrunches face and glares* (Yes, that's right Life, I can be threatening so watch out!) *sticks tongue out*

The End? *bows*