Should there be a comma in my title?
I just watched Pitch Perfect with my mom. On a Saturday night.
So I usually have a rule of not posting on the weekends, or days that I don’t go to gville, but George is pushing me to break that rule. The problem is I don’t really have anything to post about. I totally would post when I’m at home, except for the fact that my internet is slower than a snail, but whatever. Being at home usually isn’t a lot of fun. There are a lot of reasons for that, which I don’t really want to go into on this blog because well 1) it’s too much for people at the Academy to know about, okay so maybe that’s the only reason. I totally don’t have another blog under a different name that I post personal stuff on or anything either. So yeah, posting about home doesn’t really work. I would love to post about my little booger of a brother, BUT the last time I wrote about him it was something along the lines of him wanting me dead soooooooooooooo, no.
What I will say though, is that he and I share a room which is really annoying. If any of you guys have ever shared a room with a sibling 10 years younger than you, you know that it’s not much fun. I have my own little room set up out of sheets and a bookshelf, but it’s really small. I got up a few minutes ago to get headphones because my little brother will not stop talking. I’m pretty sure he has ADD. That kid is so hyper, it’s not even funny. So now that I can no longer hear my brother I’m listening to Lana Del Rey.
I would totally kiss her if I could. I would really love to meet her and stuff.
“Light of my life, fire up my loins.”
I like her.
All day tomorrow I’m timing at Flags (Florida Age Group Championships). It’s a big swim meet for 14 and unders that my club team is hosting, so I get to time! It’s a lot of fun getting to watch kids from my team win. They’re all so fast, and I’m not. So I sit there with the stop watch and feel bad about myself as I try to get the same exact time as the person timing next to me. I should probably stop talking about swimming now… It used to be the ONLY thing I could ever talk about. Well, it was the only thing I knew how to talk about. Then I made some actually friends and they helped me break that extremely annoying habit.
“Baby you’re no good for me, you’re no good for me, but baby I want you I want.”
I’m debating commenting on the fact that she’s possibly pro-pedophilia, but I’d rather not. I honestly don’t think that she is, but in a lot of her songs there are those kinds of references. I still think that she’s a goddess.
OH OH OH, I went for a physical on Thursday. I was there for two fucking hours. It was waaaaaay too long. Also, the doctor that I saw for all of 5 minutes was a total bitch. The nurse asked me too many personal questions, like if I’ve ever had sex with a woman and if I’ve ever had sex with a guy who’s had sex with a guy. She also asked me how many people I’ve had sex with this past year, like you don’t need to know that. When I saw the bitch doctor she basically yelled at me for having tan lines. When I explained to her that I’m a swimmer, and they’re unavoidable she OBVIOUSLY didn’t understand what it means to be a swimmer, even when I explained. I train 5 days a week and at least one of those days is outside. Not to mention 6 hour or longer meets on the weekends. Well, those aren’t every weekend but still they really give quite a tan. It’s not possible to be a swimmer and NOT have those tan lines. Ugh it pisses me off when people are so ignorant about swimming.
“Every time I close my eyes it’s like a dark paradise.”
I could continue ranting and writing down Lana Del Rey lyrics as I listen to them, but I think I’ll just lay in bed and then dream of a life I don’t have. I don’t mean that in a, “Oh I wish my life were so much better and blah blah blah” way. I lucid dreamed once, it was a really cool experience. My dreams are usually very odd and strange and extremely vivid.
Usually Sometimes dreams are a lot better than reality.
I hope this isn’t a sped up version or whatever some youtube people do.
Oh and does my small crossed out section about Lana Del Rey give this post enough to classify it under girls?!?!?! lol.
Until Next Time,
Ps. If you made it through this entire thing, congrats! I’m impressed.