And life is . . . ?

The other night when I was walking home a drunk girl, I ran into my roommate's ex girlfriend (who was slightly buzzed), and one of the soccer players who I only kind of know. The girl I was walking home struck up a conversation in Spanish with the soccer player and I talked with the ex girlfriend. It was a rather out there meeting, but before we parted ways, the soccer player told me something very interesting. He said to me "Everyone I talk to has nothing bad to say about you." That really surprised me. I mean, everyone has some people that don't like them on some level, right? Have I been too nice to everyone? I really don't know.

Life has been rather interesting recently. Nothing too exciting but interesting nonetheless. I somehow seem to have spurts of female semi-interest in me. Whenever there is something resembling interest, it comes in the form of three to four girls at a time - not the "I'm going to screw your brains out" interest, the "Hey come hang out" interest. I always feel bad about managing this, and not seeing some enough.


And yes, the photos in the previous post are of me - the blue one I took with my cell phone, using a negative filter. The other is me before my senior prom in high school.


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