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I've been trying to do my Religion and Communication Theory reading for over two hours. I can't focus. So, I turn to writing. LJ in particular because it is so sad and neglected.
Tear.
Where do I even begin... I love college (as reiterated in my previous entries) more than I can possibly say. I've taken to it like a fish to the sea and I'm swimming all over the place. The days of high school seem so far off and meaningless. Not necessarily the experiences I had and the friends I made, but rather the gaps between all that; the benign weekdays and classes I should have just slept through.
I hang out with basically all guys (go figure) but have kept a couple of very good girl friends. My roommate, unfortunately, is not one of them. Actually, who knows as far as that's concerned-- typically two people have to communicate in order for there to be conflict. That's just it, we don't speak. At all. She comes into the room and does her thing and I do mine. I always say hello and goodbye, but she usually doesn't. I'd be a lot more upset about it if it weren't so easy to handle.
I'm single now, for those who didn't know. It was sort of messy and unpleasant at first but we seem to have achieved a balance. Hurting people isn't exactly my specialty, so I'm feeling my way through the situation. Being single has its ups and downs. One particular down is I seem to have completely lost my game. It sucks a lot, because I'm so used to just automatically being friends with every guy I meet that when I find a cute boy I panic myself into silence. I know right-- me? Silence?
Nothing very exciting on that front, however. Boys come and go. One of them managed to get under my skin a little, but he's long gone now.
I have bronchitis at the moment. No one's surprised, not even me. Long nights of shooting shit and smoking cigarette after cigarette will take a toll on you. Oh well, I have to say my destructive habits have become even more destructive since I've been here. I'm the happiest I've ever been but I also seem to have a death wish. Could someone explain that?
I don't want to talk about the last game at the orange bowl. Thank god the tailgating was amusing at the very least. And what's more, we beat FSU. Take that 'noles. Heh heh heh.
Thanksgiving break is on the horizon. Ohhh goody. Hopefully I'll be able to spend most, if not all of my time out of the house away from relatives. I'm going to be the only person under 50 in the house, how cool is that?? So cool.
If I think of something else to say, I'll write it later. Duty calls!
Tear.
Where do I even begin... I love college (as reiterated in my previous entries) more than I can possibly say. I've taken to it like a fish to the sea and I'm swimming all over the place. The days of high school seem so far off and meaningless. Not necessarily the experiences I had and the friends I made, but rather the gaps between all that; the benign weekdays and classes I should have just slept through.
I hang out with basically all guys (go figure) but have kept a couple of very good girl friends. My roommate, unfortunately, is not one of them. Actually, who knows as far as that's concerned-- typically two people have to communicate in order for there to be conflict. That's just it, we don't speak. At all. She comes into the room and does her thing and I do mine. I always say hello and goodbye, but she usually doesn't. I'd be a lot more upset about it if it weren't so easy to handle.
I'm single now, for those who didn't know. It was sort of messy and unpleasant at first but we seem to have achieved a balance. Hurting people isn't exactly my specialty, so I'm feeling my way through the situation. Being single has its ups and downs. One particular down is I seem to have completely lost my game. It sucks a lot, because I'm so used to just automatically being friends with every guy I meet that when I find a cute boy I panic myself into silence. I know right-- me? Silence?
Nothing very exciting on that front, however. Boys come and go. One of them managed to get under my skin a little, but he's long gone now.
I have bronchitis at the moment. No one's surprised, not even me. Long nights of shooting shit and smoking cigarette after cigarette will take a toll on you. Oh well, I have to say my destructive habits have become even more destructive since I've been here. I'm the happiest I've ever been but I also seem to have a death wish. Could someone explain that?
I don't want to talk about the last game at the orange bowl. Thank god the tailgating was amusing at the very least. And what's more, we beat FSU. Take that 'noles. Heh heh heh.
Thanksgiving break is on the horizon. Ohhh goody. Hopefully I'll be able to spend most, if not all of my time out of the house away from relatives. I'm going to be the only person under 50 in the house, how cool is that?? So cool.
If I think of something else to say, I'll write it later. Duty calls!