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apparently its may day today. I always update on these strange campus days, even though I meant to update yesterday but never quite finished. This weekend I sold my books, got chased by the cops and had my shit confiscated, went to crazy lakefires by new campus where there were like 400 people, went to a woodstock thing and got drunk by seven o'clock last night. oh, and I forgot to mention that I got yelled at by scary old men in pick-up trucks. That set of circumstances was interesting to say the least.
Basically, this weekend was eventful, but all the weekends here are pretty much eventful. This place isn't really ever boring, and even when there is nothing to do we create our own fun. and that is what I'm going to miss. At home, in a lot of ways I will be happier because I will be away from all the drinking and shit and I think I need a break, but at the same time it's like, things are incredibly amazing sometimes. walking. over a labrinth of twigs and hay. in someone else's property. with you. knowing that where we are now is only where we could be right now. holding your hand. the cuts. the kisses. the exposure. the reprimanding. the cops. the laughing. the "follow me". the "now we're not on anyone's property". the craziness. of this and that and the other thing. and everything. everything that has happened this year. everything that will happen. preserved memories. and that's when you realize that there is no such thing as objectivity. and even though you have so many problems with something, there is so much that you love about it. about this place. as you choke, as you cough. you still look at it. and smile. and that's really. all there is. to say.
yes.
Basically, this weekend was eventful, but all the weekends here are pretty much eventful. This place isn't really ever boring, and even when there is nothing to do we create our own fun. and that is what I'm going to miss. At home, in a lot of ways I will be happier because I will be away from all the drinking and shit and I think I need a break, but at the same time it's like, things are incredibly amazing sometimes. walking. over a labrinth of twigs and hay. in someone else's property. with you. knowing that where we are now is only where we could be right now. holding your hand. the cuts. the kisses. the exposure. the reprimanding. the cops. the laughing. the "follow me". the "now we're not on anyone's property". the craziness. of this and that and the other thing. and everything. everything that has happened this year. everything that will happen. preserved memories. and that's when you realize that there is no such thing as objectivity. and even though you have so many problems with something, there is so much that you love about it. about this place. as you choke, as you cough. you still look at it. and smile. and that's really. all there is. to say.
yes.