Welcome back
Happy Martin Luther King day, everybody. It's kind of cool that we've got a national holiday that celebrates one of those rare times in history where the good guys quite clearly and unequivocally won. Anyway, I'm back at school. Back in my dorm room. My new room-mate is out at orientation. He's a foreign exchange student, from Korea. After he gets back, we're going to go grab lunch from the cafeteria and then I'll take him around the city, on a guided tour sort of thingumbob-dealy. He seems nice.
At long last, it's snowing out. That's reassuring, at least.
I miss Suzie. I haven't seen her in a week-and-a-half, and it seems like months. I can't complain, tho'. It's my fault. Asshole that I am. Anyway, self-pitying bullshit aside...well, I don't know what else I've got at the moment besides self-pitying bullshit, but, hey! I hear self-pitying bullshit is all the rage these days, so there ya go. I'd say something passionate, about wanting to fight someone, fuck someone, smash my head repeatedly against a wall, or something like that, except that patently I don't. Because, if I did, then I could quite easily go outside and start running down the street. But that sounds tiring, and I'm a lazy asshole, so nevermind.
I do wish I had my bicycle, tho'. I left it at home when I came up here yesterday. Not that important - I'll be able to bring it up next monday - but it's annoying how often I lose a bike at precisely the time I need it the most.
Sorry about how vaguely depressive this entry is. I'd say that "No, no, I'm fine, nothing's really this bad," except that it is really this bad, it's just that, all things considered, this really isn't all that bad. I mean, comparatively speaking, realistically speaking, it's not that bad up here in mark's little head.
Speaking comparatively and realistically since 1986,
--mark
At long last, it's snowing out. That's reassuring, at least.
I miss Suzie. I haven't seen her in a week-and-a-half, and it seems like months. I can't complain, tho'. It's my fault. Asshole that I am. Anyway, self-pitying bullshit aside...well, I don't know what else I've got at the moment besides self-pitying bullshit, but, hey! I hear self-pitying bullshit is all the rage these days, so there ya go. I'd say something passionate, about wanting to fight someone, fuck someone, smash my head repeatedly against a wall, or something like that, except that patently I don't. Because, if I did, then I could quite easily go outside and start running down the street. But that sounds tiring, and I'm a lazy asshole, so nevermind.
I do wish I had my bicycle, tho'. I left it at home when I came up here yesterday. Not that important - I'll be able to bring it up next monday - but it's annoying how often I lose a bike at precisely the time I need it the most.
Sorry about how vaguely depressive this entry is. I'd say that "No, no, I'm fine, nothing's really this bad," except that it is really this bad, it's just that, all things considered, this really isn't all that bad. I mean, comparatively speaking, realistically speaking, it's not that bad up here in mark's little head.
Speaking comparatively and realistically since 1986,
--mark