Hmm, a whole month gone
I meant to write earlier, but everytime I almost did, I was caught up in watching Metal Gear Solid 4 cutscenes.
Oh, Snake. My Snake. I honestly feel anguished about your artificial time span. You never felt the joy of even having the ability to reproduce. Fruitless, homeless, and used as a greedy man's chess piece. All those Metal Gears, all those missions. Watching you crawl through the microwave corridor was almost unbearable; I didn't know if you would make it out as your suit slowly split apart, the last remnants of your life support fading as you were baked to a crisp. But when you made it out, I rejoiced! Another mission completed! Almost free forever! But no, instead of reaching the end, you only reached another wall. Liquid. What an incredibly close fight. There, you were finally able to fight man to man, no machines, no guns, no one telling you what to do. No one to save, nothing to care about except to take out all those years of rage out on a man who played you since you were born. Snake! Enjoy your well earned rest, and die in peace!
I finally got a letter about that night I got written up. My friends and I have to collaborate on a story that will make sense and will hopefully get us out of trouble. I can't even begin to tell you the shits I've been taking about this. Full of bricks.
Work at Marshalls is fun. There aren't many UMass kids, which is what I need when I'm stuck on campus for like, ever. I run to work, excited to be in civilization for 5 hours. And then I look at the messy store, and wonder if I should quit. It's so bad. Jeans thrown over racks, jackets on the floor, packages torn apart and contents strewn everywhere. At the end of the night, I just want to go home and sleep without having to worry about cleaning my own room.
My room's pretty sweet this year. I have a cool purple bear and it breaks the ice whenever someone new comes in. It's awkward and shit, and then they're like "Cool bear!" and I'm like "OMG, you're so right!" and we talk about nonsensical matters relating to huge purple bears with motorcycle jackets. This year's roommate isn't random, which is awesome. I still somewhat talk to my first year roommate and we hang out at Mount Holyoke. I just suck at making time to get over there because between my schedule of school and work, I have two hours to do homework/eat/shower/clean room/do laundry etc. And I was even thinking of talking to my neuro teacher about another professor who's doing research on prodeath cells. I have no idea how to work in a lab like that, but I think that when he mentioned that some cells undergo programmed death, I legit lit up and started fantasizing about working in a kick ass lab like that. At least, I think it would be awesome.
Oh, Snake. My Snake. I honestly feel anguished about your artificial time span. You never felt the joy of even having the ability to reproduce. Fruitless, homeless, and used as a greedy man's chess piece. All those Metal Gears, all those missions. Watching you crawl through the microwave corridor was almost unbearable; I didn't know if you would make it out as your suit slowly split apart, the last remnants of your life support fading as you were baked to a crisp. But when you made it out, I rejoiced! Another mission completed! Almost free forever! But no, instead of reaching the end, you only reached another wall. Liquid. What an incredibly close fight. There, you were finally able to fight man to man, no machines, no guns, no one telling you what to do. No one to save, nothing to care about except to take out all those years of rage out on a man who played you since you were born. Snake! Enjoy your well earned rest, and die in peace!
I finally got a letter about that night I got written up. My friends and I have to collaborate on a story that will make sense and will hopefully get us out of trouble. I can't even begin to tell you the shits I've been taking about this. Full of bricks.
Work at Marshalls is fun. There aren't many UMass kids, which is what I need when I'm stuck on campus for like, ever. I run to work, excited to be in civilization for 5 hours. And then I look at the messy store, and wonder if I should quit. It's so bad. Jeans thrown over racks, jackets on the floor, packages torn apart and contents strewn everywhere. At the end of the night, I just want to go home and sleep without having to worry about cleaning my own room.
My room's pretty sweet this year. I have a cool purple bear and it breaks the ice whenever someone new comes in. It's awkward and shit, and then they're like "Cool bear!" and I'm like "OMG, you're so right!" and we talk about nonsensical matters relating to huge purple bears with motorcycle jackets. This year's roommate isn't random, which is awesome. I still somewhat talk to my first year roommate and we hang out at Mount Holyoke. I just suck at making time to get over there because between my schedule of school and work, I have two hours to do homework/eat/shower/clean room/do laundry etc. And I was even thinking of talking to my neuro teacher about another professor who's doing research on prodeath cells. I have no idea how to work in a lab like that, but I think that when he mentioned that some cells undergo programmed death, I legit lit up and started fantasizing about working in a kick ass lab like that. At least, I think it would be awesome.