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have you ever felt like teh world is actively working against you? i don't honestly believe this is true, but it feels like all this year, i have goteen this close (puts thumb and pointer milimeters from each other) to actually finding something that might possibly theoretically could conceivably might just maybe work in my love/sex life (and by that i mean is functional, doesn't have to be a relationship, just functional) and then just when i think it could go the way i planned i get thrown a curve ball and am back on square one. its kinda becoming a curse. and the real funny part is that i still haven't gotten one straight reason that follows me, its always different. i guess i am learning more about real world relationships, but at uchicago, they almost seem more fake than anything else i have seen. like if you actually work at it, it fails, but if you get drunk off your ass and you do something you regret later, it actually works. pity i don't drink huh? i think the only true lamentable thing is that i have fallen into these i haven't actively pursued, but when i do actively pursue, i have failed. i don't really know why i am writing this, but it feels like i should or maybe just because i don't have anything else to say here.
frisbee is going well. i feel like every day i come home tired and hungry and sore and happy. and i eat dinner with them and go off to study and then play bones in SB's room and then get limited sleep and then do it all again. the classes are almost secondary, even though they take up most of my time. (midterm tomorrow, gonna fail) (but the weird thing about, here - uchicago - is that if you fail (like get a 60) you are actually doing quiet well, it puts things in an awkward perspective) katy comes today? tomorrow? have to call her, maybe she would want to go to beer die? i think she might enjoy that. oh and i figured out my fucking chem lab. which makes me extremely happy. (at least i did in theory, we'll see later today...)
1,2,3,4,5 yeah that's everything new and interesting.
no worries
peace&love
(oh one mor ething. shoreland was playing dorm wide assasins and i got through three days, before the man shot me in the back a foot and a half froma safe zone. i am so pissed. oh but he is screwed; my target surrounds hiomself with twenty people whenever he comes outside...)
frisbee is going well. i feel like every day i come home tired and hungry and sore and happy. and i eat dinner with them and go off to study and then play bones in SB's room and then get limited sleep and then do it all again. the classes are almost secondary, even though they take up most of my time. (midterm tomorrow, gonna fail) (but the weird thing about, here - uchicago - is that if you fail (like get a 60) you are actually doing quiet well, it puts things in an awkward perspective) katy comes today? tomorrow? have to call her, maybe she would want to go to beer die? i think she might enjoy that. oh and i figured out my fucking chem lab. which makes me extremely happy. (at least i did in theory, we'll see later today...)
1,2,3,4,5 yeah that's everything new and interesting.
no worries
peace&love
(oh one mor ething. shoreland was playing dorm wide assasins and i got through three days, before the man shot me in the back a foot and a half froma safe zone. i am so pissed. oh but he is screwed; my target surrounds hiomself with twenty people whenever he comes outside...)