Pratt is a good fit for me, but finding it comfortable takes time. Being sure of where you're going after each day takes time. Knowing everyone on campus takes time. Relating to people on a level where you can yell obscene things at them on campus, then wave and smile, takes time. I'm ready for it.

Sometimes I wonder... am I not fun? I try. I ( Read more... )

So classes have started and scholarly, industrious life is back into swing again, after all these months of recess. Its good to get my life back into focus again, to have an imperative. I refuse to be like those students, the proverbial white water rafters, in this chaotic channel of indecisions, shooting the shit, no direction. This is how it ( Read more... )

Dear Diary ( Read more... )

so....

its QUIET AS DEATH in willoughby 206A. but nevermind that!!!!!

yes, I am now at Pratt, residing in a rather large off-campus apartment. My room mate never showed, one of my suitemates is MIA so its basically just me and an exchange student from Japan. I've decided its time to buck up, grow up, and suck it up if I want to adjust to my new ( Read more... )

brain is still too lazy to form beautiful and clever sentences. so ill just say it as is without trying to make this entry worthy of the greatest american essays of 2007.

this is so sad...
Maureen has left for good, leaving me here by myself in room 4 for the first time all summer.
All I hear are crickets and the blood in my ears. this lack of ( Read more... )

"too rich for my blood ( Read more... )

I'm just not going to think about school anymore because the more I think of how epically disappointing and lonely it will be, the more it upsets me and truthfully I know nothing of how my new college is going to be because, gosh darn it, i haven't even gotten there yet ( Read more... )

WHY IS EVERY FREAKING PRATT '11 STUDENT FRIENDS WITH AT LEAST 60 PEOPLE WITHIN THAT CLASS???

I am friends.... with 5.
1 of them being Paul (reluctantly)
3 of them being his friends (politely)
and the other one being one of my suitemates and I was the one who had to finally send the request. DId she not get the rooming information?
Well, she didn't even ( Read more... )

Favorite (random) parts from my favorite short story: "Grace" by Paula Fox

Why I love this story so much, I have no idea. At first, it appears to just be about a lonely guy and his dog, but it has a quaint, simple Alexander Payne-like quality to it. Slow, deliberate, kind of melancholy, but also funny too. In a strange way, I can somehow relate to ( Read more... )

Internet access at Nana's?!? Astounding and mysterious!! We're here for the night to visit Nana and its pleasant here as usual. Suffice it to say, I do miss Ocean City. I had to go back to Chatham on Tuesday and half of today for a single, 20 minute endocrinologist appointment and I found that nothing has changed here. The trees are still and the ( Read more... )