now i never mean to do you wrong- thats what i came here to say. but if i was wrong, then im sorry. but don't let it stand in our way!
2003-11-08 @ 2:21 p.m.
Okay, that night (two entries ago) I had 8 shots of vodka and pounded 4 beers. Needles to say, of course, I was trashed outside my mind. I most definitely called him, definitely went to his dorm room. I had him set his alarm for my class and everything- I had absolutely every intention of sleeping there. So we're making out on the bed and I realized that I felt really sick and dizzy... and I knew I couldn't be sick in his room. So he walked me back: I was tottering and falling over and he nearly had to carry me, but he definitely walked me all the way there. At my door, he kissed me and left. No pressuring, no pushing. Nice guy.
Anyway... lately? Getting my ASS KICKED by practice. I can't even explain how much I hurt: I mean, there's no words for it. My back, my legs, my hips, my biceps, my triceps, did I say my back? My back. My right hip, thigh, lower back area is throbbing. Literally throbbing. I mean, literally. Ow, man. Ow.
Oh and Lauren wants to be friends again. It's kinda weird... not that I don't want to or anything, just... well, I'm fine without. At times I do miss them, cuz they were cool people, but I feel pretty okay about my new friends. They're cool as shit and I love them too.
I don't know, man. First meet in a week. It is the absolute deciding factor of my quitting swimming. So... let's see how it goes.
past~*~present
