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i think i'm slowly gaining my confidence back. the weekend was spent with uncles and other assorted close relatives. i'm sort of a reclusive member of my family. so when i talk, i tend to impress them. all weekend long my uncle has been bragging about our conversations. i finally changed the layout of my olders page. it's not quite as i had envisioned it, but it'll do. "that'll do pig, that'll do" i was also getting sick of the message from tyler. fight club layouts are too prevalent these days. so it had to go. i'm going to redo the regular page. i don't know when it will occur... but hopefully soon. i hate group projects. i hate group papers even more. my stupid communications class requires us to write a 3 page paper with 3 other people every other week. if this isn't the stupidest idea, i don't know what is. so i did my part, and sent it in to the other group members. and so did the other people. but this one guy said he would write the conclusion and introduction. and i have a feeling he forgot. also, i don't think any of these people really want to take on the leadership role, so i feel like i'm left there telling people, "this is how we are going to do it." i want as little responsibility as possible. i would regress, but i think i've always had this feeling of responsibility. when i was 5 i puked all over the carpet, and didn't tell a soul for hours. i was convinced that i had to remove the stain myself since i was at fault for puking. if reincarnation exists, i want to come back as an animal. possibly a koala bear with the sharpest nails possible. |
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