What are the odds?
Well, last night at Matt's cabin was pretty mother-fucking-awesome. Even though I've know him for a while, that was the first time I'd gone out to his cabin. Some of Peter and Greg's friends came down from Purdue. One of them just so happened to be one of 20 students in a major at Purdue I'm considering transferring for. What crazy luck. I tried to ask her how the program was, and got some answers. Initially I was repulsed by the idea of taking Calculus yet again, and weed out Chemistry classes, but it might be worth it. This field is a passion of mine. Anyway, I rejoined facebook (infernal spawn!) so I can ask her who to talk to. I think I may very well be going to Lafayette next friday to meet some of these professors and advisers, assuming I can contact this girl again. She said she'd be out of town visiting her boyfriend, so I won't get to ask her any more questions. And then of course, once at Purdue, there is the infamous Brad Rodgers.
Like, holy fuck, I can't stand the unbearable coolness of it all. I almost want to be in school for this.
Talking to Morgan is like finding a friend you've always had but just haven't seen for a long time. Honestly, though, most of Collins is. I don't know why I shied away from there for so long. I guess I must have felt like my welcome didn't exist anymore. Maybe I imagined it all, but all the kids who lived on my floor last year are still cool as shit. Anyways, Morgan, sorry for all the delays. I hope I'm not spiking your expectations too high.
Meh. I've been social recently. It feels like ... acceptance. I haven't really sought that out in long time, but its nice to find it when I needed to. Except when, you know, you ask someone to hang out with you and they cancel or disappear twice in a week. You know what though? I'm not even bothered.
I'm a miserable student.
Like, holy fuck, I can't stand the unbearable coolness of it all. I almost want to be in school for this.
Talking to Morgan is like finding a friend you've always had but just haven't seen for a long time. Honestly, though, most of Collins is. I don't know why I shied away from there for so long. I guess I must have felt like my welcome didn't exist anymore. Maybe I imagined it all, but all the kids who lived on my floor last year are still cool as shit. Anyways, Morgan, sorry for all the delays. I hope I'm not spiking your expectations too high.
Meh. I've been social recently. It feels like ... acceptance. I haven't really sought that out in long time, but its nice to find it when I needed to. Except when, you know, you ask someone to hang out with you and they cancel or disappear twice in a week. You know what though? I'm not even bothered.
I'm a miserable student.