I'm back with another pointless blog, that I will surely regret when I read it again months from now. I find it quite hilarious that I find myself so witty and awesome at the time, and then a few moments later I realize just how immature and stupid I sound. Maybe one day, I will devise something so thought provoking that I will be able to look back it and not be utterly ashamed with myself.
Well anyway, I highly doubt anyone actually reads these but if that is the case then, does looking at your own post count as a view? Because if that is the case, then I am pleasantly surprised that that many people have laid eyes on my blog.
Now I guess since the whole point of having blog is to tell you all about my recent happenings, I will begin to embark on this quest.
1. Kyle surprised me this weekend by coming to visit me at school. It was definitely the best surprise ever.
2. My basketball team is officially regular season champions and we are now hosting Conference Playoffs. Go Bullets!!!
3. I just recently got sick, but hopefully I can get better either before the Hotel Party at Phi Del or my basketball game on Friday.
4. And most recently, I will be heading to bed so I get plenty of beauty rest for tomorrow.
And yes, I can guarantee you that I will look back at this post with pure regret.
I am here in my bed. Searching across the internet for all things Big Brother. I have been working on my Jacques Lecoq paper on and off for a few hours now, and needless to say I should definitely be done already. But you know what? You only live once and if I want to procrastinate and lose sleep over it. Well gosh darn it, I will! Basically, I have like one mini-paragraph to construct but finishing would just be too easy. Even if it was finished, I would probably still be awake. If I can trust anyone to be honest, that's myself. However I am going to put the blame on my acting teacher now, because well... because I can. Maybe I would actually have this essay done if the person he picked for us to talk about wasn't so boring. C'mon, seriously?! A teacher of mime and mask. How does that relate to me at all? I can't even handle animate objects yet alone inanimate objects that I somehow create entirely on my own.
Ironic, isn't it? I am sitting here. (Laying rather) Writing this long-winded paragraph on why I am not writing paper, when in all reality I could be putting my concentrated efforts to finish the paper. And what do I say to that?! Who cares, because in the end... I do what I want.
Just using Xanga right now to vent, because I can't handle all my thoughts. Sorry to future me, both tomorrow and beyond.
First off, I do NOT by any stretch of the imagination want to go to SPARQ at 7 o' clock tomorrow morning. All we do is run around with our heads cut off for a little over a half hour, sacrificing both sleep and the little sanity I have left.
Secondly, the paper I wrote a few days ago will see its academic merit showcased in full force tomorrow. My philosophical viewpoints might either get high praise or be showered with unsightly red marks from here to Timbuktu.
Third, I MISS MY BOYFRIEND. I love him more than anything, ever. The End.
I have to get up for SPARQ in the morn. Kill me now.