2:40 pm:

Holy shit. I really wanna slap you two.
Like holy shit…. You two are fucking depressed over something you both decided yourself. 

Uggghhhh.

1:45 am:

My first am post…

I’m not tired at all and my tummy hurts like hell…

Once again I’m complaining. I seem to be really good at this… It just seems to come naturally. I always seem to be able to find some flaw in everything no matter how tiny and insignificant and meaningless it may be. I hate this about myself. I really suck. lol

2:30 pm:

Do you know how much emotional distress and pain you caused me… 

This stung… hard..

Once again, I’m reminded about the shitty decisions that I made. I’m reminded to cherish my second chance. 

Then what’s the problem….
Why does it still irk.. 

Why do I feel ripped off…

Do you think you’re the only one who felt emotional distress? Do you really think I didn’t have sleepless nights?

We’re still strangers…

7:03 pm:

My headset finally came in the mail. After about 2 months of waiting I finally have it!

I just spend the last hour and a half fiddling with audio settings and listening to music and fakdjshglaskjdhfalkjshglaskdjf the fucking quality. 

7:15 pm:

About 30 minutes until we play in the first round of UBC’s LoL tournament. In the first game, we’re facing a team thats supposedly way weaker than us. 

inb4 throw

Anyways… turns out I know two of them IRL….

//awks…

10:18 pm:

Well… We just stomped past the first round of the tournament. 

First game just snowballed outta control with every lane winning.

Second game was messy…
I facechecked our red and got FB’ed.
Returning to lane, I got ganked and barely traded 1 for 1.
Despite the early disadvantage, our team forced a dragon and aced them taking dragon and a tower.

Really glad that we played well. c:

Unable to type coherently. 

1:57 pm:

I feel like I’m about to pass out in English class.

About 20 minutes before Chem ended, I was notified that we were playing a hockey game during lunch. Originally today’s game was supposed to be the tiebreaker between two other teams but the organizers changed the schedule over the weekend and only notified the other team. 

So… in those 20 minutes, eight guy’s scrambled around the school asking friends for shorts and proper running shoes…

We lost…

We gave up silly goals and lost 3-2.

I wanna pass out and I wanna snap someone’s neck right now…

2:10 pm:

I really want to hand in my resume and apply for the tournament administration job at solomid.net.

No experience at all.

Wish me luck…