Soaking corks.

I had this..well I am not sure if I can call her a girlfriend. But well..we were close. Pretty darn close. We were sorta like a couple and all of that. And we had our many hours logged on the phone. Even more hours going out, walking, talking, shopping, eating, watching movies and all those things. And you know...I kinda guessed she really liked me and I really liked her. But the thing that I remember most about her, the thing I like about her the most, is what she did for me once. It was just one event, but it remains strongest in my memory. Well, we were at this sorta party thing. And I was busy running around preparing food and serving and stuff, cause I was semi-host. So, I was like really busy and preoccupied. They guys all opened a bottle of champagne. And the thing that touched me the most was that she got a glass of champagne for herself, drank a little and offered it to me. I know it seems really simple and innoccuous. But it was like...she was 'taking care of me'? She recognized me. And for that moment, I felt that we had a little world of our own and we were the only 2 inhabitants and she loved me. It all seems really crappy when you think about it. But for me, it was like really really nice. I guess it might go back to my childhood cause I've seen my parents do that for each other sometimes..so that might explain it? Well anyway...yeah...that was nice, and its one of the strongest things I can remember of the time we spent together.

Well anyway, things running around in my life are getting pretty crappy. But fuck man....i mean those things are beyond my control and yet I fret over them. There are good things that happen to me and there are bad things. I've really gotta learn to see that. Well, I'll let you in on the main bad thing. My mom doesn't want to work anymore. For some people out there, I guess it may seem fine. But not here. Money is tight enough as it is and if she doesn't work...man...its gonna be tough. What makes it even worse is that she will never say straight out that she wants to quit. She will nag and bother and fuss and piss of everybody till we have to somehow come to a conclusion that something is bothering her, then find out what IS bothering her. Luckily my father is privvy to her wily ways. My father ain't no angel either though..

What else is bothering me? Exams are in a week and I haven't even touched my books. Well..touched yeah, but only to move it out of the way. I just can't feel that same impetus i had in year 1 and 2. Its just become a drag now. A bore..and I long to stretch my arms and fly. Which i guess is why i like to be a goalkeeper. Hahahaha! I'm a flipping lunatic. Catchya folks later.