loser

02.01.03 @ 10:41 p.m.

I'm both lamenting my lack of a social life (as I have spent most of this evening by myself -- I need to get out and do something, I really do, but I don't even know where to start lately.

I'm also royally pissed at Slavik, who has not responded the last two times I IM'd him. Bastard. It's not like they were unreasonable messages. I asked him if I had his correct email address because Martha asked me.

I really do not understand. Have I *done* something?

It's not that I have any sort of expectations, either. I consider him a friend and I would hope for some little acknowledgement, and yet there is none forthcoming.

I'll go back to art, I guess. Oh, he deigns to give me a 'yes', I suppose I must feel appeased. (Who am I kidding? It's not a big deal and he's not to know I'm a little displeased.)

I'm a fucking idiot is what I am.

I should go write a paper about Martin Luther and the Protestant Reformation.

I should go work out tomorrow morning.

I'm going to rewind the film in my camera right now, and quit being a twit about things.

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