Ball Launchers, Brothers, and Bad Moods

Disclaimer: This post is from the archives, and may not represent the current views of the author. It also may not be at all interesting to read. Continue at your own peril!

Since I don’t have much time, I’ll keep this short. And that’s fortunate, since I don’t have much to say anyways. Work last night was relatively uninteresting, and all Sunday afternoon was devoted to building my ball launcher with my dad. We pretty much screwed up part of it because the wood split, and so the thing is partially crooked, but oh well. Right now I really just want to throw the whole thing against a wall and watch with satisfaction as it breaks into a million pieces. That would just really make my day. It’s been so much of a hassle and so much wasted time and effort, just for a stupid mark in Physics. Ugh.

Today was pretty uninteresting as well. People were dressed up as a whole bunch of different things. I was dressed up as my identical twin brother – who was, incidentally, wearing my clothes. They had a costume contest at lunchtime, but I didn’t stay to see who won. Kristin, Jared, and I walked around instead. It was really just annoying, actually. I haven’t been in a good mood lately, and things just got steadily worse today. I know some of the reasons why, but even I’m not entirely sure why I’m in a bad mood. I just am. Lately, I’ve just been wanting to be anti-social, and tired as well. I don’t want to see people; I’d rather just crawl up into a little hole and sleep for a couple weeks until everything is back to normal. Yeah, that’d be good.

Anyways, I think I’m going to have to go to the church tonight to use the gym to test my ball launcher out. It shoots way too high for the basement ceiling, so I need somewhere with a higher ceiling. We’re doing the actual challenge in the cafeteria tomorrow, so the ceiling should be high enough there, as long as the ball doesn’t hit the fan or something. But anyways, it’s time for supper, so this blog entry is officially over. Peace out, homedawg.

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