I Hope I Am Allowed To Do This
I found this on a Facebook group, it's written by Mitch Albom and appeared in a recent issue of Sports Illustrated:
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That’s what I missed
Hanging out last night with Amber, Corey, and Phil. It feels good to be back.
I don't have New Year resolutions, I have new semester resolutions:
- Fucking do well in school, goddamn.
- Have a good sleep schedule.
- Have a better social life.
Listed in order of importance, I think. I seriously think that I could do the first with no trouble, I just need to apply myself for once. That's the major issue. I know I'm smart and I know I can do this stuff, I just haven't bothered trying yet. Once I start being responsible I should be much better off.
Bad Signs
I've been talking to this girl from UIC a bit and I've noticed a couple of weird things she does... First, she likes to constantly talk about how many dates she has, where she's going with whom on each, and how busy she is because of this. Second, she complained that she hadn't had a guy over for sex since sometime in November. (And she complains that her floor calls her a slut.)
This is when I stop considering asking her on a date.
This gives me some strange sense of vindication
Apparently she's going to church, just for a guy. Ahahahaha. She would never ever go to church, yet she is for this dude apparently. It made my day when Andrew told me that. That and other things, but this is my journal, not hers.
I thought long and hard about what I would say to her should we ever cross paths over break. Well, we did cross paths at the LAN, but we didn't talk. It's really best that way. And after what Andrew told me, I realized that whatever I had to say to her wouldn't make any difference whatsoever. She wouldn't care, she'd continue down her current path and pretend as if she never did anything wrong. And if she wants to continue lying to herself, I'm fine with having lost her as a friend. I can't have someone who cheats on people as a friend anyway. For some reason I gained closure today when Andrew and I were talking about her. I looked at the snow covered hills and trees (and the cars that drove into the snow.. and the semi too) outside the car and smiled for the first time in a while. I felt good, I felt ready to move on.
This semester, I will turn things around. In more ways than one. It will be a good semester, I feel good about it.
But right now I'm really tired, and worn out, and cold. Moving sucks.