I love to watch the different sports, and I like them all. Luge, ski jump, curling, etc. Then I picture myself doing said sports, although i'm quite uncoordinated and clumsy. However, I wish I was good at a sport because of my ubercompetitive nature.

In other news, I got asked to go out last night for Valentine's Day after all my bitching about it. And I went to sleep instead because I was exhausted and sick. Also, it was my small way of giving the finger to V.D..

I'd rather be asked to go out on my own merit than be asked to kick it because the person in question doesn't want to stay home on Valentine's day and thinks i'd be a fun last minute companion.

I'm not fugly or anything, i've even been told i'm pretty. What I do excel at is making myself invisible if I feel like it. No, not like superheroes do, but I dress and do my hair and makeup in a way that I simply blend into the crowd. Because lately, that is what I want.

However, soon I will be ready to dip my toe in the wading pool of dating again.
And on the flip side of the invisible coin, if I want to be noticed, I damn sure will be! I just didn't want to hop from one relationship into the next like I have in the past. When you do that, I think you carry your fresh hurt feelings with you and it is doomed before the start. I'm breaking the cycle, people!

Time to get my ass to school. There are formulas to be done and gym classes to attend.