forgive, forgive, that the cosmic waters do not turn for me, that i will not die of thirst
i seriously think i'm bipolar.
and seriously indecisive.
and a bad judge of character.
let me explain.
GATHER!
first off, college. ohio university. i visited in march. i loved the campus. and so i thought that, by that and the fact that they have really good departments in many things, i decided to go here. too bad i didn't hear didley about it being the 5th biggest party school in the nation until after i arrived. my old roommate was a 5th year senior who was never around, because she was out getting drunk with her boyfriend. so i moved 3 doors down to 222 with a fellow freshie. and life has been better. i don't know, sometimes i absolutely love it here, but sometimes i get a feeling of being utterly trapped like a caged animal with no possible way out. my classes aren't the problem: aside from phillosophy, they're exciting and challenging. (my phil. teacher is a grad student who sounds like the teacher from ferris buehler's day off "anybody? anybody?" who wouldn't know ad hominum if it bit him in the butt) it's the times in between, the times when i miss my friends, my pets, my bed and the like. most of the girls on my floor are shallow,partying "pieces of skank-vomit," as the roommate likes to say (i've seen more cellulose and miniskirts to last a lifetime). only a few of them actually care about anything besides the three B's: beer, boys, and ... beer? i guess i was spoiled having so many friends back home who genuinley cared. like, nobody here cares about what's been afflicting me for the past 5 months, they couldn't care less, as long as it doesn't affect their neverending ploy of partying and hook-ups. i hate OU, then i love it, then i hate it again. and i can't decide which one is more prevalant.
as for the bad judge of character? well that would fall into the boy category. i met riley through a friend of a friend of a friend and last saturday, we all went out to this "dance or die" thing. r. and i danced all night, and i was genuinley beginning to like him (call me a hopeless romantic). aaanyways. he asked for my number, but didn't call all week, which was the first warning sign. then last night, i was talking to my friend katie from tiffin, it turns out that he has some on-again-off-again girlfriend of 3 years back home that he "loves." go figure. i just didn't want to see it. i feel like such an idiot. i always fall for guys who just aren't available.
after that whopper of a post, i think it's time for chocolate and a nap. granted, i just got up. however, one can never nap too much. therefore,
au veiderzein,
au revouir,
adios,
hablamos,
ciao,
later,
out like the fat kid in dodgeball.
and seriously indecisive.
and a bad judge of character.
let me explain.
GATHER!
first off, college. ohio university. i visited in march. i loved the campus. and so i thought that, by that and the fact that they have really good departments in many things, i decided to go here. too bad i didn't hear didley about it being the 5th biggest party school in the nation until after i arrived. my old roommate was a 5th year senior who was never around, because she was out getting drunk with her boyfriend. so i moved 3 doors down to 222 with a fellow freshie. and life has been better. i don't know, sometimes i absolutely love it here, but sometimes i get a feeling of being utterly trapped like a caged animal with no possible way out. my classes aren't the problem: aside from phillosophy, they're exciting and challenging. (my phil. teacher is a grad student who sounds like the teacher from ferris buehler's day off "anybody? anybody?" who wouldn't know ad hominum if it bit him in the butt) it's the times in between, the times when i miss my friends, my pets, my bed and the like. most of the girls on my floor are shallow,partying "pieces of skank-vomit," as the roommate likes to say (i've seen more cellulose and miniskirts to last a lifetime). only a few of them actually care about anything besides the three B's: beer, boys, and ... beer? i guess i was spoiled having so many friends back home who genuinley cared. like, nobody here cares about what's been afflicting me for the past 5 months, they couldn't care less, as long as it doesn't affect their neverending ploy of partying and hook-ups. i hate OU, then i love it, then i hate it again. and i can't decide which one is more prevalant.
as for the bad judge of character? well that would fall into the boy category. i met riley through a friend of a friend of a friend and last saturday, we all went out to this "dance or die" thing. r. and i danced all night, and i was genuinley beginning to like him (call me a hopeless romantic). aaanyways. he asked for my number, but didn't call all week, which was the first warning sign. then last night, i was talking to my friend katie from tiffin, it turns out that he has some on-again-off-again girlfriend of 3 years back home that he "loves." go figure. i just didn't want to see it. i feel like such an idiot. i always fall for guys who just aren't available.
after that whopper of a post, i think it's time for chocolate and a nap. granted, i just got up. however, one can never nap too much. therefore,
au veiderzein,
au revouir,
adios,
hablamos,
ciao,
later,
out like the fat kid in dodgeball.