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I never post here anymore. And when I do, I vow to post more often.
Went clothes shopping with my sister. She left me alone for twenty minutes and I ended up buying Don DeLillo's Cosmopolis, Haruki Murakami's Norwegian Wood and (dun dun dunnnn): Paul Auster's Lulu on the Bridge Script. The latter in a little second-hand place for very little money. I know I could have gotten it off ebay, but I am still thrilled.
Then my sister returned and we continued buying me clothes, because the things I own don't fit me anymore. Still need a pair of jeans that won't fall straight off me.
What else can I say? I'm still in Recklinghausen at my parents' house, and I still dread walking through town in case I meet people I don't want to meet. Which is funny in a pathetic and ridiculous way. I just cannot be bothered to do the small talk thing with people who either a) spent most of their lives ignoring me, b) spent their high school time with the entertaining activity of making my life suck, c) think we're still friends even though we haven't talked in four years, or d) are Philip. Ah, being here makes me a bitter person.
I want to get a perm. Again. Damn the hair possibilities.
Made my sister watch her first Buster Keaton film, and she seemed to honestly enjoy it. She did fall asleep towards the end, but so did I, and it was due only to red wine and six hours of shopping. We're gonna rewatch the end tomorrow; she's hellishly busy revising for some crazy psychology exam. Which always makes me think: I could have gone into psychology. But I am lazy, therefore it was wise to stick with languages. Which seem to require almost none of my attention. I realize this will change when I go to WVU, but even then... I'm glad I don't have sixhundred pages to memorize and only two weeks in which to do it.
Tomorrow I might go to Bochum, with my mom or on my own, and have a look around town, maybe buy some stuff. Most likely books and clothes, since I'm not allowed any home decoration type things as I'm leaving the country this summer and will have to get rid of most things anyway.
When I go back to Bamberg Syke's going home for two weeks, which means two weeks on my own in the flat. Which I kind of look forward to, because I feel like I need it, and because I'm not very good company lately. I just want to sleep.
I'll go upstairs now and try to decide which book to start.
Went clothes shopping with my sister. She left me alone for twenty minutes and I ended up buying Don DeLillo's Cosmopolis, Haruki Murakami's Norwegian Wood and (dun dun dunnnn): Paul Auster's Lulu on the Bridge Script. The latter in a little second-hand place for very little money. I know I could have gotten it off ebay, but I am still thrilled.
Then my sister returned and we continued buying me clothes, because the things I own don't fit me anymore. Still need a pair of jeans that won't fall straight off me.
What else can I say? I'm still in Recklinghausen at my parents' house, and I still dread walking through town in case I meet people I don't want to meet. Which is funny in a pathetic and ridiculous way. I just cannot be bothered to do the small talk thing with people who either a) spent most of their lives ignoring me, b) spent their high school time with the entertaining activity of making my life suck, c) think we're still friends even though we haven't talked in four years, or d) are Philip. Ah, being here makes me a bitter person.
I want to get a perm. Again. Damn the hair possibilities.
Made my sister watch her first Buster Keaton film, and she seemed to honestly enjoy it. She did fall asleep towards the end, but so did I, and it was due only to red wine and six hours of shopping. We're gonna rewatch the end tomorrow; she's hellishly busy revising for some crazy psychology exam. Which always makes me think: I could have gone into psychology. But I am lazy, therefore it was wise to stick with languages. Which seem to require almost none of my attention. I realize this will change when I go to WVU, but even then... I'm glad I don't have sixhundred pages to memorize and only two weeks in which to do it.
Tomorrow I might go to Bochum, with my mom or on my own, and have a look around town, maybe buy some stuff. Most likely books and clothes, since I'm not allowed any home decoration type things as I'm leaving the country this summer and will have to get rid of most things anyway.
When I go back to Bamberg Syke's going home for two weeks, which means two weeks on my own in the flat. Which I kind of look forward to, because I feel like I need it, and because I'm not very good company lately. I just want to sleep.
I'll go upstairs now and try to decide which book to start.