mref.

My knee is killing me, and I have a competition tomorrow. And it's the one competition we have to win as it's against the other club. And I'm the best/most experienced female for this match as my best fighter is going to have dinner with her parents! Gargh.

I watched Joan Osborne's "One of us" video on Youtube today and it really made me nostalgic. It also reminded me of Baz Luhrman's Romeo & Juliet for some reason, and now I really want to watch it again.

Talked about Sylvia Plath last night... the person I was talking to was like "wow, now I can see why you think men are bastards" (this is not a necessarily true statement, obviously not all men are bastards but sometimes when one of my friends tells me something I just get mad at men... not my male friends... just men). It really took me back though, to a time I really actually understood Plath. We also had a discussion on Shakespeare, which might be partly what triggered my Romeo & Juliet "craving".

I also think I'm losing control... and I'm digging holes deeper than I thought I could get, because the deeper I dig the more interested I get in what's at the bottom, even though I could potentially bury myself alive. Why do I do this to myself?