Am I More Than You Bargained For

Okay, I just cannot seem to get through life without royally fucking things up, can I? How have I fucked things up? Well (among other things) I signed up to do sound at some dance recital tomorrow and sunday at Mags. Well good job, Mr. Nichols said he'd send me those official times- yeah, I didn't get those. So now I have to be at school tomorrow- only I don't know when. And I don't really feel like sleeping now. I actually want to talk to people. But that doesn't really matter, either, as there's no one to talk to. GHA. Just erg.

And now. SUPER AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

I don't know why I do these things.

And why the hell am I still lacking comments?

Well, I guess I can talk about my night. I went to Maureen's surprise party, which was pretty fun, it was down in the land of the furry cows. (aka Hinkely, OH, population Allison Parker and Brittany) There were some poeple I had breifly met and mostly people I have never so much as laid eyes on. After Sean, Ryan, Katie, and I hit up some frisbee (stupid wind) in the park, then went back to Sean's house. Katie and Ryan left sort of early, so Sean and I just hung out, talking on the phone with Kristen and watching Super Troopers and whatnot. Then I came home. Now I'm here. Wallowing in self-loathing. This is not Angremo hatred, this is just full on loathing.

I am a stupid person.

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