Boxing the stars..

Feel like shat tonight.

I have a practice test tomorrow which I'm really not looking forward to. I know that I'm not ready, and I don't want to be proven right.

I've been feeling spiritually low lately, so I figured the best thing I could do to get an iman-rush would be to head over to the local mosque last night for a talk and some remembrance of God. Afterwards, my elder brother took me, his wife, my sister, and her husband out to dinner. It was a much-needed break from my monotonous life on the North side. Seated at the end of the table, observing the dynamic of the group, I concluded one thing. Whenever I get married, I need to make sure that the guy will be able to fit into the group. Ideally, I hope that, wherever this guy is, he has enough spunk and personality to be able to hold normal conversations with everyone. I have a feeling I'm going to end up with someone who has an above-average level of self-confidence.
It's not a bad thing.

I have this really big urge to play ping-pong, but my only friends [these days, at least] are never up for anything. Annoying. That's what I get for being anti-social.