Life throws me a curve...or maybe a knuckleball?
Wow, OK. You know that expression about how, when things are going good, life throws you a curve? Well, I don't even understand the expression, because a fastball may be harder to hit, and a knuckleball or slider is more deceiving than a curveball, but anyway, I guess the sentiment is true. I did not have a good week last week. Well, the end of last week. Not good at all. I was extraordinarily (for me) depressed on Wednesday, and I really don't know why, but I literally sobbed all night, and then, I'm starting to recover on Thursday, because school, amazingly, chilled me out, but I get home and the stupid Red Sox traded Shea Hillenbrand. So that sets me back some. And then I rebound again of Friday, my friends were very nice to me, and I was getting better. However, on Saturday morning I go to riding and Camelot, my favorite, wonderful horse, who I've been riding on and off for six months now, is sold. I didn't even get to say goodbye, he was just gone. But you know what, by this time I'm just not feeling anymore. I completely detached myself emotionally. However, in the midst of all of this bullshit, there were positives. I spent time with MT and her friend Molly before and after their synchro show, and it was nice to really get to know Molly better. She is in my Italian and Math classes and we've spoken to each other, mostly messages from Molly to MT, but I really talked to her this weekend. It was very nice. She's a very sweet person, very afraid of lots of things, and very quiet, but not weak, you know. She's a very strong person, if you talk to her. Oh, and on that subject, the reason I was talking to Molly so much was, as I mentioned, their synchro show. MT told me I had to go, so I did, and then MT had (foolishly) invited the whole team to her house afterwards and I had to go to that for 3 hours. MT and Molly were the only tolerable people. Preps ARE very funny, though. There was this one 12 year old girl who thought she was a punk because she listens to AFI. Come on now. There is NO WAY AFI is punk. I'm not saying that they're not good, but they're not punk, at all. So I'm doing OK on Sunday evening, but then I saw the highlights of the D-Backs game, with Hilly making his debut. I hate it. I hate him as a D-Back. He isn't even #29, he's #28. Plus, there was an article with quotes from him in the paper today and he said all kinds of nasty shit about Boston. I don't know. I love Hilly, but I love my city more. Maybe he doesn't like the media, he doesn't have to, but there are people here who really love him, and it's just not fair to them. It's just mean. But then again, I guess all of them friends who are friends with Carl Everett had him rub off a little bit. Dammit. I hate this whole situation. But I still can't get worked up about it, because I'm still emotional detached. I need to come back to life. So maybe if there's no bad news tomorrow, things will start to be better. Oh, and by the way, the fucking Red Sox have lost 5 straight, and Clemens couldn't even get his 300th win versus baseball's worst team, the Tigers. Time for interleague...
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Finals next week and then school's over. The annoying part is that I have finals or something during finals period for all but one class, so I actually have to come to class most of next week. It's OK though, I think I'll survive. Harvard graduation is this week, so I will have a horrendous time walking to school one of these days. It really sucks, because my entire route to school gets blocked off and I have to go all the way around. But, once again, I think I'll live.
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Whatever, I think things will get better, don't you? Well, I hope everyone's been having a good time recently, and I guess I will update soon.
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