Enough with all these touchy-feely insecurities. It’s time to face the music. Funny. I thought that would have been my resolution during my first week, but instead, being the typical procrastinator, it starts today.
I haven’t been myself lately. I’ve needed to think things over and sort things through, hence being a little too quiet all last week, though I doubt anyone noticed it…except a few individuals, perhaps.
Honestly though, I went through my recent entries and realised that I’ve been laying out everything way too openly, and frankly, I’ve been writing on nothing but feelings and emotions and sensitivities that I fear I might have turned into a sad sap of a twit.
Cutting a long story short, I have nothing to mention here other than I’ll be trying out for the mock trial auditions tonight for the fun of it. God knows I need a bit of drama in my life…drama that doesn’t include creepy sodding crap personas, that is. That’s another story I’d rather not indulge you with…it’s rather frightening in a humorous way which makes it even more twisted than it already is.
Oh! I’ve discovered a liking for Foosball! I played with Lutfi last night the fastest game I’ve ever played, predicting that he would win as he was the more experienced player. I was almost right, with the score at 7-2 under 10 minutes, with him leading. Adopting the never-say-die spirit and concentrating like mad, pulling up my defences and becoming more aggresive in my attacks, I came through with a 9-7 win with spectacular bullet-shot goals. Alright, its only Foosball, but man, winning felt so darn good! Hahaha!
Enough said here.
