frickity fricken... crap.
you know, sometimes i really hate this campus. people are like "HEY R-STAR I DON'T HAVE CLASS FRIDAYS, LET'S GO DRINK." and yeah.
been studying a lot, actually [i know, god forbid, who'da thunk?], despite a recent bout of malaise that faded with the rain. i've enjoyed hanging out with everyone, though i certainly miss sleep (don't yell at me and insult me when you drunk-dial me, because remember, i was probably asleep or very close to it). put in several applications and appeals to various financial/educational boards, and have signed a lease with some very good friends of mine, in hopes that everything works out next year. not that i don't love my current roommates, who throw impromptu parties with smashing success and have people's best interests at heart. which reminds me... i, uh, got a tattoo. yes, my design from the past two years. photographic evidence forthcoming.
07.03: brandtson / number one fan / sherwood / umbrellas @ troubadour yeesh, i don't understand why you bums won't come with.
22.03: bloc party / erase errata / dance disaster movement @ troubadour
24.04: the good life / velvet teen / bella lea / consafos @ glass house
i don't have a whole lot to say that i'd care to admit in public. i'm reminded of being overboard in whitewater rapids, being disoriented and clinging to anything stable that flashes through my field of vision. i have this urge to apologize to people i've met recently, like robin, who have an altered perspective of what kind of person i am, and boatman, who has only seen me when i've assumed a particular social persona. i don't know why i withdraw from things sometimes, and this time is no different (a lie). don't ask me what's with my distance, don't reassure me that everything will be alright, don't give me any reason for resenting you for your pity. i want to pretend, just for a little while, that things are normal. in everything that's happening right here and now, i'm looking for something that you probably can't help me find.
but that's okay. i love nothing and everything and you.
xx
been studying a lot, actually [i know, god forbid, who'da thunk?], despite a recent bout of malaise that faded with the rain. i've enjoyed hanging out with everyone, though i certainly miss sleep (don't yell at me and insult me when you drunk-dial me, because remember, i was probably asleep or very close to it). put in several applications and appeals to various financial/educational boards, and have signed a lease with some very good friends of mine, in hopes that everything works out next year. not that i don't love my current roommates, who throw impromptu parties with smashing success and have people's best interests at heart. which reminds me... i, uh, got a tattoo. yes, my design from the past two years. photographic evidence forthcoming.
07.03: brandtson / number one fan / sherwood / umbrellas @ troubadour yeesh, i don't understand why you bums won't come with.
22.03: bloc party / erase errata / dance disaster movement @ troubadour
24.04: the good life / velvet teen / bella lea / consafos @ glass house
i don't have a whole lot to say that i'd care to admit in public. i'm reminded of being overboard in whitewater rapids, being disoriented and clinging to anything stable that flashes through my field of vision. i have this urge to apologize to people i've met recently, like robin, who have an altered perspective of what kind of person i am, and boatman, who has only seen me when i've assumed a particular social persona. i don't know why i withdraw from things sometimes, and this time is no different (a lie). don't ask me what's with my distance, don't reassure me that everything will be alright, don't give me any reason for resenting you for your pity. i want to pretend, just for a little while, that things are normal. in everything that's happening right here and now, i'm looking for something that you probably can't help me find.
but that's okay. i love nothing and everything and you.
xx