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I'm currently at the San German campus of the Inter... brings back memories of UConn -- huge and hostile. I swear, five minutes in the Computer Center and I thought I was gonna lose my mind... I had to get the fuck out. I hate being thrown in a mess and not being mentally prepared for it. Everything was just so chaotic and panic-inducing. I was going to make good use of time by typing a report due Wednesday but screw that, I can't work like this. Oh well... at least I'm more relaxed now.
So, the reason for this little campus visit... I'm transfering for the Fall semester. I saw Tanairí (a girl in my Art class last semester)... I'm surprised she recognized me, let alone made conversation with me. Anyhow, incident in the Computer Center non withstanding, I'm pretty excited with the whole idea of going here -- there's a ton of stuff to do. Plus: DORM, which is basically the whole point of me transfering. Once my mother returns I'll be miserable again, and I have less freedom living with my grandmother, ironically. At this point in my life I just want to be alone. I'm ready, I know it.
It feels good writing here. It's been forever since I've sat down and written a decent entry.
So Kangaroo Jack (heh...) is once again applying 101 ways to get my attention... that self-centered man whore. I swear, it's like a vicious cycle: he looks for me, acts like I'm the still point of the turning world, and then when I start falling for him, he leaves me. I'm so damn tired of it. The same old shit. But those days are over. He's done. Its like a fucking power struggle -- but then again, that always seems to be the nature of my relationships: power struggles. Who has control over who; who's the approacher, who's the runner... all total bullshit. There's only one thing stronger than love and that's pride. It gets frustrating sometimes.
And then there's "emotional scars"; commitment problems. Damned commitment problems. Just when I finally find the guy that makes me want to be in a relationship, he doesn't want to commit. I'm finally starting to understand those desperate women who write to frivolous glamour magazines... heh. My life is just one big pile of irony.
So, the reason for this little campus visit... I'm transfering for the Fall semester. I saw Tanairí (a girl in my Art class last semester)... I'm surprised she recognized me, let alone made conversation with me. Anyhow, incident in the Computer Center non withstanding, I'm pretty excited with the whole idea of going here -- there's a ton of stuff to do. Plus: DORM, which is basically the whole point of me transfering. Once my mother returns I'll be miserable again, and I have less freedom living with my grandmother, ironically. At this point in my life I just want to be alone. I'm ready, I know it.
It feels good writing here. It's been forever since I've sat down and written a decent entry.
So Kangaroo Jack (heh...) is once again applying 101 ways to get my attention... that self-centered man whore. I swear, it's like a vicious cycle: he looks for me, acts like I'm the still point of the turning world, and then when I start falling for him, he leaves me. I'm so damn tired of it. The same old shit. But those days are over. He's done. Its like a fucking power struggle -- but then again, that always seems to be the nature of my relationships: power struggles. Who has control over who; who's the approacher, who's the runner... all total bullshit. There's only one thing stronger than love and that's pride. It gets frustrating sometimes.
And then there's "emotional scars"; commitment problems. Damned commitment problems. Just when I finally find the guy that makes me want to be in a relationship, he doesn't want to commit. I'm finally starting to understand those desperate women who write to frivolous glamour magazines... heh. My life is just one big pile of irony.