I'm really really excited about reading literary criticism and learning authors and artists and actors and directors and being a fucking academic.

It is like a trampoline you're on so long you forget that the ground doesn't bounce you.

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Conversation overheard in Willie's head on bike ride home from FrenchHey man, how's it going ( Read more... )

( Better late then never. Oh, and there are a lot of photos. )

I was sitting in my room (3rd floor) doing homework when I heard some yelling from outside. It got louder and louder until I could finally make it out: "TURN OFF THAT MUSIC!"
Haha, I rule.

How come sometimes the "right decision" can hurt soooooo bad? Its just not fair. Nothing is right.
And I have too much work and my roommate is in so I cant have a full-on self-pity fest but I...I...
Im sorry.
I've been here a month and I have a gigantic picture update for you at home but Im having trouble with photobucket, so keep an eye out.

Sometimes I lock my door and rock out so hard to Lightning Bolt and Noxagt and Melt-Banana and Boredoms and Mouthus and Pink and Brown and Afrirampo and Forcefield and Locust on shuffle and the guitar notes are SOOOO nasty and I dance around all by myself just fucking rocking out in my room to the loud music and being fucking there. I cant even ( Read more... )

( Whine )

Today Mr. Belding came to Cornell.

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