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i've been experiencing what i'd call "relationship malaise" lately. it's been a month and the libido dragon is pissed the fuck off by now, but i didn't actually care enough to strike up a conversation with anyone of the opposite gender on the train ride to seattle and back.
of course, life corrects you when you are being stupid like this, and it put a cute brown-haired girl named christina in the seat next to me in my art class. she even had the subtle statement of a single candy bracelet on, but by this point that could be irony or who knows what.
speaking of school, and the train, on the ride up on friday morning i got a call from the VA rep at the school who said, cliff's noted, "we fucked up and got you dropped from all your courses. come see us before you show up to school on tuesday."
it occurs that iraq taught me to handle stress much more effectively, because while i was pissed off and worried (my meager stipend from the GI bill is what's allowing me to go to school and not work, and that's dependent on having a full courseload) that i might have to go back to active-duty much sooner than i thought, i just dealt with the stupid shit like the army will teach you to do. 2 classes are confirmed, and i have to get one of tomorrow's two to keep collecting government cheese.
other fronts- no response from the local industrial/noise club after bugging them with demos for a couple weeks in a row. que sera. i got a nice little furnished room walking distance from school for $520/mo all-inclusive. i took my car to a nighttime meet/show in cerritos and it got a great response. i guess that's it.
of course, life corrects you when you are being stupid like this, and it put a cute brown-haired girl named christina in the seat next to me in my art class. she even had the subtle statement of a single candy bracelet on, but by this point that could be irony or who knows what.
speaking of school, and the train, on the ride up on friday morning i got a call from the VA rep at the school who said, cliff's noted, "we fucked up and got you dropped from all your courses. come see us before you show up to school on tuesday."
it occurs that iraq taught me to handle stress much more effectively, because while i was pissed off and worried (my meager stipend from the GI bill is what's allowing me to go to school and not work, and that's dependent on having a full courseload) that i might have to go back to active-duty much sooner than i thought, i just dealt with the stupid shit like the army will teach you to do. 2 classes are confirmed, and i have to get one of tomorrow's two to keep collecting government cheese.
other fronts- no response from the local industrial/noise club after bugging them with demos for a couple weeks in a row. que sera. i got a nice little furnished room walking distance from school for $520/mo all-inclusive. i took my car to a nighttime meet/show in cerritos and it got a great response. i guess that's it.