"She told me it's all part of the choices that you're making/even when you think you're right/you have to give to take"
I think I figured out how Luke Danes (The Gilmore Girls character) must've felt for the first four seasons or so. That gnawing knowledge in the back of your head about people being with someone else -- and all it leads you to wonder is, "will she go out with anyone else but me?"
Or maybe I'm just too thick-headed to have picked up on things here and there. Too confused to act on the hints and the signs.
All I know is I feel pretty crappy because of this.
I've never been hung-up over girls, anyway. Wasn't in high school, and for the most part, if one of them's screwing me around, I'll let the feelings of anger and betrayal usually go away and just accept that people suck and there's no way around it. But I deal.
This, though, has got me tangled in so many webs and hanging every so lowly above the tripwires of a breakdown.
Bah.
I get money today. At least that's good. Maybe enough to buy that Canon. I'll have to get another $250 to buy the 2 gig high-speed card, though. Why? Well, nearly 200 RAW picture files is better than 96 of them. And besides, I don't own an iPod, so it's not like I can buy the camera connector or anything (can an iPod photo even accept RAW files?).
Here's a spot for a long, drawn-out and exasperated breath.
"When you're not in love, it's like everyone else is in love and getting married! Even Karen the Douche is getting married! Even the tards are getting married on their front lawn while you drive by, going 'fuck, even the tards are getting married! I can't find anyone and the 'tards are committing to each other for a lifetime of tardiness! Or, is that they're late for everything?"
I think I figured out how Luke Danes (The Gilmore Girls character) must've felt for the first four seasons or so. That gnawing knowledge in the back of your head about people being with someone else -- and all it leads you to wonder is, "will she go out with anyone else but me?"
Or maybe I'm just too thick-headed to have picked up on things here and there. Too confused to act on the hints and the signs.
All I know is I feel pretty crappy because of this.
I've never been hung-up over girls, anyway. Wasn't in high school, and for the most part, if one of them's screwing me around, I'll let the feelings of anger and betrayal usually go away and just accept that people suck and there's no way around it. But I deal.
This, though, has got me tangled in so many webs and hanging every so lowly above the tripwires of a breakdown.
Bah.
I get money today. At least that's good. Maybe enough to buy that Canon. I'll have to get another $250 to buy the 2 gig high-speed card, though. Why? Well, nearly 200 RAW picture files is better than 96 of them. And besides, I don't own an iPod, so it's not like I can buy the camera connector or anything (can an iPod photo even accept RAW files?).
Here's a spot for a long, drawn-out and exasperated breath.
"When you're not in love, it's like everyone else is in love and getting married! Even Karen the Douche is getting married! Even the tards are getting married on their front lawn while you drive by, going 'fuck, even the tards are getting married! I can't find anyone and the 'tards are committing to each other for a lifetime of tardiness! Or, is that they're late for everything?"