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i feel good. i feel like a bright summer's day with tons of possibilities. I'm excited about going to Montreal and WORKING. Finally getting some real stuff done. I feel like i could start fresh and be responsible and finally apply myself.
Then i could send newspaper clippings to my former teachers labelled: "APPLIED". That'll show 'em.
I come off as really pretensious, overly academic and generally elitist. This is something i will have to deal with. I wear my thoughts across my face so i'll have to start thinking a little more of people. I need to tone down the sarcasm. I need to listen to other's opinions. I need to be more practical about my beliefs.
I'm not accessible. I need to learn to communicate in a more accessible way. I feel like Berkeley; claiming my philosophy is for the people and all the while babbling about an imaginary world.
See, even that was inaccessible.
I really like speaking punjabi. I like struggling with it. I like that it simplifies my thoughts.
And in the end, i have to remember that its not just the words. Its the way i look, those not-so-subtle ways i communciate with my body that i have no ability to control. I wish i had a poker-face, but wishing will not make it so.
I may have lost my mp3 player. I may recover it. Often times, i think that all i need to be happy is an food, water, weed, my bike, shelter and my mp3 player (you guess which order). Is cool. I'll live and probably get a replacement soon if needed.
Then i could send newspaper clippings to my former teachers labelled: "APPLIED". That'll show 'em.
I come off as really pretensious, overly academic and generally elitist. This is something i will have to deal with. I wear my thoughts across my face so i'll have to start thinking a little more of people. I need to tone down the sarcasm. I need to listen to other's opinions. I need to be more practical about my beliefs.
I'm not accessible. I need to learn to communicate in a more accessible way. I feel like Berkeley; claiming my philosophy is for the people and all the while babbling about an imaginary world.
See, even that was inaccessible.
I really like speaking punjabi. I like struggling with it. I like that it simplifies my thoughts.
And in the end, i have to remember that its not just the words. Its the way i look, those not-so-subtle ways i communciate with my body that i have no ability to control. I wish i had a poker-face, but wishing will not make it so.
I may have lost my mp3 player. I may recover it. Often times, i think that all i need to be happy is an food, water, weed, my bike, shelter and my mp3 player (you guess which order). Is cool. I'll live and probably get a replacement soon if needed.