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2004-11-05 20:30:11 ET
The friend I talked about before is back, but he can’t eat spicy food or smoke too much because of the surgery. Today I finally went to play billiard with some colleagues from school. We had about a month without going, yet I’m not very good playing it, I wish I could play more. I only drink 2 beers, I’m not a very good drinker, but at least it distracted me bit.
About a month ago a new girl entered the orchestra; I kind of had been feeling interested, she’s pretty, but knowing my bad luck (or maybe psychosomatic shyness problem) I’m just going to end really pathetic, besides, maybe she already seems interested in someone else, she’s just being polite with me... oh, I don’t know why am I saying this, I never end up very well (references found on past journal entries). A tear is not enough to describe the anguish of making me wonder the same questions... all those people out there with their social life and I can’t even tell what it feels like a hug that lasts more than 5 seconds.
The bathroom is cold, I hate that. My cat has a lot of scars lately, it seems like if he has been fighting or something, it feels weird when trying to cuddle and he has scars all over. Mhh..., nice taste of caffeine. I’ll just finish listening Khachaturian’s concerto and will go to bed. |
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