nihilism is the exact opposite of romanticism. in russia at least.
So i was driving yesterday, and i heard this song on the radio, and this one line stopped me dead in my tracks:
"All the lovesick rejections, that accompany the company i keep"
That is such a great sentiment to discribe my interactions with people this week. And god bless. I think i am one of the last remaining die hard romantics. I wouldn't have it any other way. All the gut wrenching, and the laughing til you cry, and the crying til you laugh, fistclenching, brow raising, the 4am conversations, and the 7 am conversations, and the shit that makes you want to dance around your apartment, and the shit that leaves you reeling on the bathroom floor. and the endless possibilities. It has been one of the best weeks of my life. I haven't really done much and i don't even have a job, but still one of the best.
Wow, this was a serious post. I think it's time to get a job.
In other news, i had Russian History class tonite, and boy am i good at russia! I think next week i will ask my professor what exactly i'll have to do to become him.
Oh, and this kid in my class asked why Russia would take over central asia, instead of attacking Germany or Britain, and i did the thing where you try so hard not to burst out laughing, that you make a much bigger scene when the loud, eruption of cackling comes out of you. I felt bad, but my hysterics made everyone else laugh. At me, not him.
"The price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings."
"All the lovesick rejections, that accompany the company i keep"
That is such a great sentiment to discribe my interactions with people this week. And god bless. I think i am one of the last remaining die hard romantics. I wouldn't have it any other way. All the gut wrenching, and the laughing til you cry, and the crying til you laugh, fistclenching, brow raising, the 4am conversations, and the 7 am conversations, and the shit that makes you want to dance around your apartment, and the shit that leaves you reeling on the bathroom floor. and the endless possibilities. It has been one of the best weeks of my life. I haven't really done much and i don't even have a job, but still one of the best.
Wow, this was a serious post. I think it's time to get a job.
In other news, i had Russian History class tonite, and boy am i good at russia! I think next week i will ask my professor what exactly i'll have to do to become him.
Oh, and this kid in my class asked why Russia would take over central asia, instead of attacking Germany or Britain, and i did the thing where you try so hard not to burst out laughing, that you make a much bigger scene when the loud, eruption of cackling comes out of you. I felt bad, but my hysterics made everyone else laugh. At me, not him.
"The price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings."