Graduation: A Possibility?

Problems seem to be coming at me from every direction. I don't think I'm going to be able to pass my senior year. It's not that I'm not trying, which I am, I'm just getting no encouragement. I'm hearing "You're not going to pass." "I don't think you're going to pass" "Are you sure you're going to pass this year?" That only brings me down. How am I supposed to feel positive about myself and be encouraged to graduate if I'm only brought down? No revelation is going to fly in to my face and suddenly I'll just grab my pen and paper and do all of my work. No! It doesn't work like that! Help me! Encourage me! Bring me up! Let me know I'll graduate if I HAVE the heart to. Right now, with all of this going on, I don't think I do. Thanks a lot all who have contributed to this.

Macs suck!

Trevor Dewing: Dude, Macs are so awesome. I don't care what you guys say (addressing me and Cort Mullis). Dude, you can play Call of Duty 4 on the new Macbook Pro.

Me: Macs suck. You can't play hardly anything on that crap. All it's for is productivity. There's no fun in that (lol).

Cort Mullis: I can get [a notebook] with eight gigs of RAM and support Vista and I'm fine.

Trevor Dewing: Yeah but with Vista you get like eight viruses when you sign on.

Cort Mullis: Linux. No viruses.

Me: At all.

Trevor Dewing: Dude, I don't care what you guys say. Macs are awesome.

Me: Dude, just take CST and you'll see why Macs suck.

Cort Mullis: Mhm.

Trevor Dewing: Dude, what's CMS?

Me: CST. Later.

Wow, and I thought Joshua was an idiot.

I'm back...

It's been a while, I admit. Brooke and I are getting married next year. I'd tell you how I'm going to propose but she reads this blog. I'm quite excited. As for the last post, my surprise was a cute TY plushie named Mr. Quack-Quack! Brooke has Forté now, and I'm glad. I couldn't wait for her to have him.

Since I last posted, I've stayed over at Brooke's friend Dena's house through Gustav (Aug. 28) and got 'drunk', been over at Amy's brother's apartment (Oct. 11) the night we went to Bourbon St. and everyone but me got drunk, and on the same weekend stayed over at Brooke's parents' house.

Want to talk about anything? Email me (for now until further notice) at leemcd56@gmail.com.

I love you, Brooke! Happy birthday!

Two days

Two days lay ahead of me. The first, Heather is coming over for a day and staying the night. She wants to know if Brooke will be over. Um. Duh, of course Heather. The next day I have to bring her down to her college for school stuff and band camp. I'm really, really excited! Brooke has a present for me. It's a surprise. I'm nervous!

Error

OK, well sometimes not everything goes as well as planned. Last night, I had planned to go to a friend's house to go celebrate Independence Day with them. My parents, however, ruined this. So change of plans: I decide next week would be a good idea to see them. Error: It during my love's day off. Great... Now what? I decide to ask my parents if there is any chance that this week could have any time that I could hang with her before work. They say, "we'll see". That's usually a tough decision, just for them. I'd rather sit down in front of a wall and watch paint dry.

Now I'm stuck between two choices:

a) Hang with my friends
b) Hang with my girlfriend

My brain really hurts right now.

Quiet a ride...

It's funny how it seems like no matter how much you worry, things will end up turning around for you and a life lesson will hit you like a ton of lead bricks. For reasons beyond my control, I knew somehow I would end up taking a big risk and somehow it would negatively affect the one whom I love the most. This being the case, I find that life can be really tricky and you have to learn first-hand that not everything comes easy or is going to go your way. Take a lesson from what you do and if it is unsafe, take extra precaution. You are always taking chances. You never know what may happen.

Love for an Aspie

I really didn't think it was possible. I have fallen in love with a girl. And it's not that, it's the fact that it's someone local. Her name is Brooke, and she's 19 years old. She has the most amazing personality and she can bullshit anything to get what she wants--to anyone, not me, at least. It's not common, though, that an Aspie would have a physical relationship instead of a long-distance one. It's just fate, I believe. I am in love.