yellowcard - sureshot

boilin' down


so the year's comin' to an end, finally. instead of being absolutely insanely can't-help-myself happy, i find myself just trying not to think about it. like it's too big or something to really give it justice...i'll just let it come, if that makes any fuckin' sense (i vote nay).

ultimate ended horribly dissapointingly, but whatever. it was a good run for the four years. i've made friend for life and found a sport for life. what more could i ask for? i went into the weekend really not fired up. way too much happening and my back hasn't been feeling at all well since sectionals. i played it off sometimes...but when i'm wakin' up about half my mornings (i use the term morning loosely) with a sore back, i worry. and yeah, i was NOT on at al at regionals. throws weren't there, catches weren't there, feet weren't there. really ahrd to get kickstarted and into the zone when i can't do anything right. but hey, what can i do. i don't know what else i could've done, and i have no regrets...yet.

so that means no seattle, and i'm free to do as i wish. i'l be heading to huntington beach, cali to visit my brother for th efirst time at his new place there on my way home to hawaii. job search is suckin'. hawaii really does bite when it comes to that but what can ya' do. far from givin' up yet, thoguh. just hard to do from 5000 miles away.

projects have had progress lately.

finals can wait 'till the weekend.

plans can wait a bit.

but the beer is already in the fridge!


partyparty. 8pm, hogan2b




kerplunk