It's just like, it's just like, a mini-mall. Hey hey!
I guess when you've had one of these for five years it's hard to stop writing in it.
The sky is incredibly blue today, and with the upturn in weather comes an upturn in my mood. The previous two weeks were pretty rough and I just was generally not feeling too good, but I think I'm starting to feel better. It's 26 out now but feels like 60 and the past few days have been sunny and good. Last night I chilled with friends and I really feel a good connection with the people I'm hanging with. The vibe is a hell of a lot different from at home but there's a lot more kind of chillness and respect.
In other news, I'm starting to recover from the beautiful cold-turned-bronchitis thing I've been having. I had "fluid in my lungs," which is just oh-so-wonderful, and I've been waking up with a hacking cough, so first I cut way back and then stopped smoking altogether (I smoked again last night and just now but for some reason almost-pneumonia just killed my addiction dead for a little and now I feel like I can moderate a lot better). Whoo.
I dunno. I think shit's kind of getting settled down for the semester and I think I'm bouts to have some fun. The girl thing didn't work out; we had a fun fling for like a week but it didn't feel right and coincided with the wonderful bout of depression, and then two Sundays ago she kind of called it off due to interest in someone else (he's a cockface and I feel a little snubbed, but then I was having second thoughts and it's probably better off this way).
That aside, I got a lead in a one-act, which is looking like it's going to be fun as hell. In what was, at the time of casting, a wonderful irony, it's about a dude about to get married who is having second thoughts, and the play takes place in his mind in the form of a kind of battle between his ideas of his wife, his ex-wife, and his sexual fantasy. It's pretty funny and a far cry from the stupid jerk roles I got in high school, so yee-haw and amen to that. In addition to the play, I'm a tour guide, so I need to practice my backward walk. But I think I'm well-suited to the job and it's going to be a good time-filler despite taking up my morning "oh shit, I haven't finished my Soc. paper" time. In addition, in good Quiz Bowl fashion I know an assload of statistics that I can barrage my PFs with. It'sa be fun, methinks.
So now it's time for the good end to a much-improved week. We're going to the Walker to see some fucking good art soon, and this weekend will undoubtedly be fun. I've had some good sober fun, and we're planning on being in the cities more. I haven't been out much owing to the cold, but armed with my bus pass and some free time I think I'm prepared to find out some good shit. In the vein of substance abuse, we bought a beautiful bong and I have six cold beers to aid the nighttime havoc.
Also I've written two passable short stories. I have NO IDEA what to major in, but I think my writing is developing in the way I'd want it to, so that's a definite plus (although the stories were both pretty dark...).
Ich spreche auch viel Deutsch.
So I'd say that wraps it up. Go fuck yourself, San Diago.
The sky is incredibly blue today, and with the upturn in weather comes an upturn in my mood. The previous two weeks were pretty rough and I just was generally not feeling too good, but I think I'm starting to feel better. It's 26 out now but feels like 60 and the past few days have been sunny and good. Last night I chilled with friends and I really feel a good connection with the people I'm hanging with. The vibe is a hell of a lot different from at home but there's a lot more kind of chillness and respect.
In other news, I'm starting to recover from the beautiful cold-turned-bronchitis thing I've been having. I had "fluid in my lungs," which is just oh-so-wonderful, and I've been waking up with a hacking cough, so first I cut way back and then stopped smoking altogether (I smoked again last night and just now but for some reason almost-pneumonia just killed my addiction dead for a little and now I feel like I can moderate a lot better). Whoo.
I dunno. I think shit's kind of getting settled down for the semester and I think I'm bouts to have some fun. The girl thing didn't work out; we had a fun fling for like a week but it didn't feel right and coincided with the wonderful bout of depression, and then two Sundays ago she kind of called it off due to interest in someone else (he's a cockface and I feel a little snubbed, but then I was having second thoughts and it's probably better off this way).
That aside, I got a lead in a one-act, which is looking like it's going to be fun as hell. In what was, at the time of casting, a wonderful irony, it's about a dude about to get married who is having second thoughts, and the play takes place in his mind in the form of a kind of battle between his ideas of his wife, his ex-wife, and his sexual fantasy. It's pretty funny and a far cry from the stupid jerk roles I got in high school, so yee-haw and amen to that. In addition to the play, I'm a tour guide, so I need to practice my backward walk. But I think I'm well-suited to the job and it's going to be a good time-filler despite taking up my morning "oh shit, I haven't finished my Soc. paper" time. In addition, in good Quiz Bowl fashion I know an assload of statistics that I can barrage my PFs with. It'sa be fun, methinks.
So now it's time for the good end to a much-improved week. We're going to the Walker to see some fucking good art soon, and this weekend will undoubtedly be fun. I've had some good sober fun, and we're planning on being in the cities more. I haven't been out much owing to the cold, but armed with my bus pass and some free time I think I'm prepared to find out some good shit. In the vein of substance abuse, we bought a beautiful bong and I have six cold beers to aid the nighttime havoc.
Also I've written two passable short stories. I have NO IDEA what to major in, but I think my writing is developing in the way I'd want it to, so that's a definite plus (although the stories were both pretty dark...).
Ich spreche auch viel Deutsch.
So I'd say that wraps it up. Go fuck yourself, San Diago.