Pens Played Like Poop

The Pens really did play like poop today, but that's alright. In the end it's just a hockey game. What the Pen's play helped me notice is that I'm becoming increasingly annoyed with kids in school. It's not just the graduating class at this point, it's underclassmen as well.

Some underclassman have the balls to call out kids older than them on Twitter because they feel they know more about a sport? I would have never done that. You had one moment of glory and suddenly you're some god? Wrong. You haven't done shit. I'm not entitled to anything as a senior, but I'll damn well express my disgust in you. Your overall arrogance and blind cockiness infuriates me, and your poor grammar doesn't help either.

Another group I'm realizing my disgust with is some who claim to be best friends. These are some genuine people, let me tell you. Their friendship revolves around drinking and culminates in going out to eat occasionally. They all live double standard lives where one minute they're talking shit on someone and when you turn around they're partying together like old friends. I can't say I hate these people because I've come to expect it from them.

Another thing that makes me chuckle is how freely some people use the word love. Correct me if I'm wrong, but love isn't cheating on someone two or three times before you're even dating. Two wrongs don't make a right, and four or five wrongs don't either.

I dislike a lot of things I see going on around me.

One thing especially close to my heart hit me hard the other night. Deceit is a horrible thing. A truly horrible, horrible thing. I just wish people always did what was best for those around them...I don't usually wish, but that's something I can say I wish for. Sadly it isn't a wish likely to be answered anytime soon. I don't know how far the deceit will be traced, but from where I stand, it looks grim. I can hope for the best, but in this case hope might be ignorance.

Like I always say though, I'll be fine. I always am. 


Tonight I ate dinner over at Graz's and then went and got Starbucks with Kendall and Mara. I'm fortunate to have made as many good friends as I have this year.

I had a pretty good weekend this weekend. Talked to the people I needed to talk to, did most of the homework I needed to do, and lived life on my own terms. 

Weird thing Mara or Kendall said in the car tonight. They said that when you dream about someone it means they miss you. If that is the case, I miss you too. More than you know. If what they say is true, you would be dreaming about me, if you dream. Which I hope you do.

Dreams are wondrous and woeful. 
They come to us to give us peace in our deep sleep,
yet they leave us feeling most restless when we awake. 


The NP for tonight is one that reminds me of carefree days. Days where I didn't know the evils of this world, let alone the evils so close to home. Please listen to it, and really take in the lyrics. It's great.

NP: I Got A Name- Jim Croce