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| I never update this thing...Its because I have a Livejournal and I like them better. So... don't expect much. | | |
| September 12th
Dear Adam: I resent Michelle a lot. You spend all kinds of time with her and ditch Kaire and I, ditch me, you don't hang out at all no matter how much I ask, but you'll spend hours with her and then you want me to help her with papers?! You've got to learn that friends come before bitches. don't lose friends over girls who don't even want to be with you! Don't ignore people who want to hang out with you because of a pretty younger face. You really suck you know that? Don't trick me again into helping her, because I don't want to. I only help those who do not threaten my friendships who I know and like being around [with papers]. Its basically extra homework to my load. | | |
| September 12th
This last weekend was decent. Friday night we watched the campus movie followed by a movie night at Steves. Saturday we got outta here at 1pm and took a road trip that ended up with us smack dab in wilkes barre! So we ate an early dinner and hit Wegmans for the foreign food section (where I found so randomly a guy I was IN LOVE WITH in highschool and haven't seen for three years!! Scott Cassidy!!) Then back into the car and we headed out again in no particular direction using backroads. This time we ended up in Rickets Glenn! So convinient since the trip was supposed to be for me to do a writing assignment which I needed to be outside for! Well, long story short we got back at night around 7:30-8 region and it was an awsome day.
Sunday I sat around all day watching the Phils and doing homework with a side of lowfat pudding and staring at my computer screen. It was dull, but it was fairly relaxing too I guess? I wasn't in a great mood as I'm sure you've read.
Monday is here now. Lets see how things go. | | |
| Okay...usually when I wake up in the morning I feel good. Maybe tired..but emotionally good. I feel like its a new day with new promise and all that corny stuff. But today I feel gross..empty and concave. I feel really down and I can't pin point why. You know...I get depressed too often. Its just plain out not cool. I have a lot of jealous and trust issues...and paranoia. I fall apart completely about 3 times a year, luckily this is just a nasty funk, but I'm feelin' it. And I don't like it at all. | | |
| First day of classes Fall 2005-
First class: intro to Soc. with Greenwald. I find myself tossed into a parallel universe where strange straggley haired men who talk very slow are allowed, and even PAID to waste 50 minutes of my life 3 days a week. Where it takes all of those 50 minutes to explain three shorter-than-a-sentence points on the board...and where he moves the paper covering the further points at least three times with no purpose, not covering or showing any new material...I have never been this bored in my life.
Second class: Brit Lit 2 with Riley. I love Riley. If I loved him any more I may worship him. He is an ever ready fount of knowledge spewing forth entire histories and writings without so much as a note card. He is clear, precise, and much too smart to be working at this University. He so loves his subject that his eyes often close when he recites a piece of work. It's just passionate. He is what makes this school worth while. There are too few Terry Riley's in this world.
It is pouring rain very hard and I have one more class to get to. This sucks muchly. I have a 75 minute Creative writing class ahead of me, and a long wet walk. | | |
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