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I can't draw. Who am I kidding? Art school? A comic? I can't write. Sometimes I get a fluke and I write a really nice poem, but that's it. I can't play pool. I can't play soccer. I can't play football. I can't run a mile in under 10 minutes. I can't act. I can't cook. I can't make lasting plans. I can't design for crap. I can't take good photos. I can't play guitar. I can't sing. I can't hold a band together. I can't DM. I can't GM. I can't LARP. I can't make decissions for myself. I can't live on my own. I can't make friends. I can't keep friends. I can't keep track of anything. I can't deal with college. I can't deal with life back home. I can't deal with people. I can't be alone. I'm too submissive for my own good... but damn it, I am a GOOD boyfriend.

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I hate all trolls. All trolls should die and stop fucking adding me to their friends list. Seriously, the next troll to add me, I am going to find out where you live, buy a plane ticket, hunt you down, and pull a terminator on your front door step. Yes, I'm going to go Jay and Silent Bob on your asses. Damn you all. Kthxdie

-Nathan-

Pants.

Went out and played soccer again. Yesterday there was like 8 people, and today it was a lot more intense because there was about 30 people, half of them intense soccer players, and we had to play on the smaller field because there was a lot more people out today. I'm extremly sore, mostly from yesterday, but a bit from today because I got kicked and hit with the ball in all KINDS of fun places. At some point these three little kids came and played too, and they were pretty much just obstactles, but it was amusing none the less. Yar. So we quit after it got dark and I came home and took a shower. Now I'm talking to Liz, so I'm gonna go do that. Adieu.