Dear Alexis Stimac,
I saw you at the gym, and you saw me at the gym. You failed to recognize that I went to school with you for almost 8 years. Good to know.
Yes, I am. In my duke sweater with no shirt under it. :] Yeees.
Spent the day at woodfield and next thing I know it’s Saturday. Monique is hilarious. My chest is very sore, and my eyes have grown heavy. Day well spent.
Yah. I am. haha
Didn’t get the mail so Momma is mad. ._. Fuuuuck.
I made eye contact with a Filipino guy who was shooting hoops. I was on the running track. I was scared that I knew him.
I have time right now. I want to be a suman brother. Here I go! :]
I’m sitting here late at night pondering whether I should do my homework or not. I can’t really go to bed because my taken nap prevents me from getting any further sleep. I feel at ease and accomplished. I thank god.
Fuuuuuuuuuck yah. Reed is my savior!
Too many questions.
I really am happy. We didn’t even place, but I’m happy. I shed no tears of sadness today. As I heard someone getting 3rd, I knew in my head that everybody was just as confused as I was. Our dance was beast and nothing can get me down about it.
I feel like someone punched me in the stomach. Realizing that you aren’t that special.
It was very fucked up. It’s good knowing that I fucked up a perfectly good thing. It’s nice knowing that somebody knows my private business. It’s great knowing that it was entirely my fault because it was.