Call Me Cankles.

Last Friday was my school's Winter Formal dance.  That night has to be possibly one of the best nights I've had in a very long time.  I made a great connection with a certain person whom I have a liking to which made the night all the better.  I also realized that if I want something, all I have to do is make an effort to get it.  I've been so passive and afraid of rejection, but I finally grew some cahones and made some moves, and after that night, I felt like that person felt the same way I did.  Now, it's Monday, and I feel like that connection only lasted that one night, but I guess I'll just have to be patient and not give up just like Rick Astley taught us all very well.

Thank you very much.  I really appreciate this.

I haven't been posting much at all lately because of school/work, but thank you again for "asking" me this.  This put a big smile to my face.

This past week was great and much needed, but today is and was not so bueno.  After a great weekend in New Orleans with my best friends, I have to come back home to Baton Rouge.  With the thought of school being tomorrow and the impossible calculus homework that needs to be done, I was dreading the time to go home.  Typically, it takes an hour to drive from New Orleans to Baton Rouge, but today it took 2.5 hours.  The traffic coming into Baton Rouge was just awful, and it took me 30 minutes to reach an exit from the the outskirts of Baton Rouge.  Once I had finally gotten off the interstate, I was involved in a car wreck.  Though it was not my fault and no one was injured, this car wreck just added to the stress.  Now it is just impossible to do this hw, and I just want to go to sleep.

This is me procrastinating.

This section is me venting but doing so very vaguely.