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Well...

So. A week at the Bowdoin camp. What can I say? My roommates were okay, when they weren't pissing me off and eating all my food (which was NEVER). I thought going with Shelby would be nice, except I forgot how spending a lot of time with her makes me really pissed off... >_> I mean, I guess all the little things piled up. Like all of them sleeping in and skipping breakfast every morning, so I had to eat alone. Then they'd end up eating my food. Then they'd skip dinner, and order pizza at nine. All they talked about was sex, lesbian sex, bad boyfriends, gossip, etc., etc., etc....

So by the time I got home I was dead-sick of humanity and that's the reason I haven't really talked to anyone. Plus, it seems that even though I've been practicing soccer at home, Shelby keeps getting better and I'm stuck in nuetral. It's so depressing and the huge green monster of jealousy keeps jumping up and strangling the life out of me and implanting these mean/envious/bitchy things in my head that I try my best to keep locked away. This paranoid part of me thinks that Shelb's purposely trying to butt me out of the running (since she didn't have to do so last season, since I was injured). I have to trust her, and put my trust in our good-natured battle for a spot on the field. Stay positive, right?

I've been reading a lot. It was so funny when a book I was reading (The Reformed Vampire Support Group) mentioned another book I was reading at the same time (The Subtle Knife). Made me giggle. mrgreen

The Kowalzyk's have been letting me practice parallel parking at the back of their house. The trunk of the Camry worries me slightly (since it's so ******** high). I've been prepping Gary for the instant I get my license. He's got a big-a** lock on him, that's for sure. And I'll thread it both through his body and the back wheel so that someone can't jst pop a few bolts and be off with my baby. They'll have to ******** disassemble him to get him off a tree. twisted

Dad took me out for standard practice today.

BOY, DO I HATE IT.

When the dar didn't lurch forward, it stalled. It made this ugly scream/gurgling sound that made me flinch every time I epically failed.

So...I don't think there's anything else except that I've been listening to a lot of Meatloaf, MJ, and Les Miserables.




They say I'm wild and I'm reckless
I should be acting my age
I'm an impressionable child in a tumultuous world
And they say I'm at a difficult stage.

Wasted youth is better by far than a wise and productive old age.