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School, life-- life, school.
Registration coming up and I refuse to take 8:30 classes next semester for various reasons, but also because I've started hanging out with the kids in my building who stay up until 4 on a regular bases. They're fun kids and they live here (instead of across the park or in Tito's case on the other campus). I went out with some of the boys last Friday night. I drunk made out with Jesse and now owe him sexual favors, which he likes to bug me about from time to time. We only have something like 4 weeks of classes left in this semester. Crazy.
I had a whole train of thought that just went out the window because my phone rang. Damn. Oh well. Ah yes, know I remember.
I should be coming to Atlanta for Christmas, which I am slightly ambivalent about. I was there last weekend for Starfish's big show, and when I left it was the most homesick I'd been in a while. Like hood up, head against the window crying on the plane on the way back to Richmond. It was odd. I wanted to get back to school and to see my VCU peeps and it felt like all I could talk about while I was in Atlanta was school, yet I found it physically painful to leave Atlanta. It got me all introspective and emo and poetic. The poetry still needs some work. I say I'm having fun, and I have no reason to doubt my level of enjoyment, but is there not a certain level on which I'm kidding myself. How fulfilling are nights spent drinking Aristocrat masked by kool-aid and mornings piecing back together each other's memories? Yes I flirt with everyone and say the hookups are all in the name of a good time, but am I really just looking for someone who finds me attractive instead of ogling my shit-faced size 2 suite mate?
When you're homesick for a place that doesn't exist anymore and miss people who are hundreds of miles away, who do you trust enough to let them see you cry?
Registration coming up and I refuse to take 8:30 classes next semester for various reasons, but also because I've started hanging out with the kids in my building who stay up until 4 on a regular bases. They're fun kids and they live here (instead of across the park or in Tito's case on the other campus). I went out with some of the boys last Friday night. I drunk made out with Jesse and now owe him sexual favors, which he likes to bug me about from time to time. We only have something like 4 weeks of classes left in this semester. Crazy.
I had a whole train of thought that just went out the window because my phone rang. Damn. Oh well. Ah yes, know I remember.
I should be coming to Atlanta for Christmas, which I am slightly ambivalent about. I was there last weekend for Starfish's big show, and when I left it was the most homesick I'd been in a while. Like hood up, head against the window crying on the plane on the way back to Richmond. It was odd. I wanted to get back to school and to see my VCU peeps and it felt like all I could talk about while I was in Atlanta was school, yet I found it physically painful to leave Atlanta. It got me all introspective and emo and poetic. The poetry still needs some work. I say I'm having fun, and I have no reason to doubt my level of enjoyment, but is there not a certain level on which I'm kidding myself. How fulfilling are nights spent drinking Aristocrat masked by kool-aid and mornings piecing back together each other's memories? Yes I flirt with everyone and say the hookups are all in the name of a good time, but am I really just looking for someone who finds me attractive instead of ogling my shit-faced size 2 suite mate?
When you're homesick for a place that doesn't exist anymore and miss people who are hundreds of miles away, who do you trust enough to let them see you cry?