Friday, June 18, 2004

Gray Day 

Alrighty, so I’m not in the best mood. In fact, I’m a little grumpy. And writing when I’m grumpy just kind of pisses me off. But we’ll see if it’ll do the opposite for a change.

So yesterday I did the best yet trap shooting. I shot 21/25 at the 16 yard mark and then 18/25 on the 20 yard mark for a total of 39/50. My goal was to average 30 for the season so I’m on my way. I just have to make up for all the 28s and a lowly 22.

Afterwards, I went over to my parents’ where a package of new clothes were waiting for me. I love clothes. A lot. And the stuff I received is all really cute. Yay.

I got home pretty early. It’s depressing to live alone. Sometimes I love it. But really, I miss having my best friend around me all the time. So what did I do? Smoke. And talk on the phone. Tech called and ranted. And ranted. And ranted. But I really didn’t mind. I think he may have overreacted to a situation, but I can see why he’s pissed. And then Grover called. I was having issues talking tho. I had been writing and my mind was just elsewhere.

Ok. So Stan asked P if she wanted to move to Mad town with him this fall. I just don’t know what to do about that.

And now. Jeeze. I just don’t know. I’m having some issues dealing with things right now. And writing about any of it hasn’t made me feel better. I just want to cry now.

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