whiski_sour | There is no in between

Tonight, I shall be attending my little brother's band concert with my step dad and niece. While I like seeing my brother, the idea of being crammed into a hot gym and listening to junior highers play a Sousa piece just doesn't get me excitable. I hope Calvin realized the sacrifices I make for him. Nobody likes to be sweaty.

Meanwhile, I'm angsting over my writing and my apparent lack of skill in it. It's my passion. It consumes me at times. I don't think I'll ever give it up. But, Jeezey Creezy, ya think I'd get better at it. I guess it's just frustrating to me that I can't be as good as I think I should be. And, it's not as though I've set the bar too high for myself. I'm just...well...mediocre. It's distressing, really.

But, I'll just keep pluggin' away, because that's what I do. I just keep going. Because I'm too dumb to stop.

And, I like torturing people.

*squints* There's something written on my calendar and I can't make out what it says. It's in my handwritting, so no wonder I can't read it. I hope it's nothing overly important. It's written on May 15th. So if anyone knows what I'm supposed to be remembering on May 15th (besides my 3 year LJ anniversary, my 1 year journalfen anniversary, and my 1 year LAS anniversary), just lemme know. Preferably before Saturday.

*wanders off muttering*