Chris is moving in by March 1st. Needless to say I'm pretty stoked.
I'm starting to fail at things and not get upset about it. That scares the living shit out of me. It used to be I wouldn't let myself fail at even the most trivial things. It got to the point where it started becoming a problem for me. I'd be overly competitive at family card games and get so frustrated I'd ruin the game for everyone. I remember being in the fourth grade and crying when my cousin beat me in 1 on 1 for the first time (he never beat me again until ninth grade, and you better believe that was a lucky break). In sixth grade I sat in class and fought back tears when I got a C on a science project (the project involved a lot of coloring, which, to me, in sixth grade, seemed a little below my advanced years). Point is, I was a nerd, a perfectionist, and as stubborn as a fourteen-year-old mule with arthritis. Now I'm lazy, slightly incompetent, and apathetic. And I think I just channeled my grandfather with that whole weird mule simile. I've got real troubles.
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