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So I'm sitting in my room at Morgan Street as the couples go about their relationship business. I like seeing everyone together, especially Nick and Heather, since they rarely see each other now. For the last 8 months or so, I've felt as though I've spent my time wandering through some perpetual transitional state. Granted I've done some positive things: joined APO, maintained my GPA, done a lot of reading, and become fairly erudite in biogeochemistry for my job. But, still, I'm not sure what to hold onto. I don't really rely on anyone but myself at this point, for better or for worse. I suppose I've always been a bit of a rogue, as social as I sometimes try to be. My parents don't even bother giving input anymore, and yet I still feel like I'm passively traversing some rather barren land I call my life. At this point I'm just hoping I don't turn out like my Dad; I sometimes look at myself and see the resemblance, and that scares the hell out of me. If I end up an extreme recluse with nothing but contempt for humanity, somebody please shoot me. And I apologize for adding yet another trite LJ cartharsis to the world wide web. I tire of them, but I can only write when I'm in cathartic moods, and that rarely happens when I'm content. That's not to say I'm entirely unhappy at the moment; I certainly have many good things in my life, even if I don't always appreciate them. I'm simply in the same quandary as every other LJing college student: What the fuck do I do now?
Sleep should suffice at the moment.
Sleep should suffice at the moment.