chalk it up as an (in)experience

You're not coming back for me, these things they will never be
I'm so used to being wrong, so put me where I belong

I'm never doing THAT again...

The movie wasn't bad. Per se. Actually, towards the end it went off on this tangent of horrible-ness that it never even bothered to try recovering from, so it's like one of those things that starts out sweet but you end up with a bad aftertaste and then think the whole thing was bad - but it wasn't. All bad.

And the company was: new.
There's no other way of putting it. And while relatively intellectually stimulating, very nice, and absolutely gentlemanly - it was just - awk-ward.

My heart was too busy being in my shoes to bother making a guest appearance, and while his heart was in the right place, his words weren't. They were swell, but they just didn't fit.

I don't know what I'm doing.
No news there.

Dodgeball tournament a week from today. Yeehaw! I've been practicing - throwing my stuffed animals around my room and so on at various targets and trying to avoid running into walls and stuff. It looks like a stuffed animal massacre happened in here, and I have bruises all over my body (because we know I'm not the best at avoiding running into things) - but it'll be well worth it when the stench of victory envelops me and I'm holding up that dodgeball trophy* for the team.

*Or certificate. Or nothing, because it is pretty low budget. Maybe I'll make my own trophy that I can hold up after we've won...

And yeah, oh shit, I have three essays due next week that I still haven't started. (Not counting the two that I still haven't done for that one class.)
Alas, my vati is making me clean my room because my mutti was impersonating a skunk (raised a giant stink about it) earlier, so it looks like I have yet another reason to put off homework.
Gosh.
Idiots.