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School is going well. All 3 days of it, ha. I did manage to finish most of my work this weekend. I'm talking about one more reading. And that's for Thursday. Pat on the back for myself. It's much easier dealing with so few classes. Though, when I say school, I do not just refer to the education of it all. Socially, I love my house and adore my roommates, but otherwise, things have entered a sort of dredge. This weekend seemed typical and boring and I experienced utter ennui. Went to a few parties and a bar one night, but all of it seemed like a giant sigh of effort. I was mad dogged and some girls talked about me in a bad way because of the way I was dressed, but I don't really care. I'll do it again. I just feel I entered this place where I'm too old for frats and I never really meet anyone interesting anyway and bars are just so expensive, loud and sweaty here, when I could drink in the comfort of my own home for less. And have a better time. Perhaps I'm just a homebody. I am a bit, I know. But there's something else. Thank god I am graduating because I won't be able to take much more. I'm not unhappy in the slightest, just maturing into a new kind of fun, although I'm not entirely sure which kind.
I have found a type of remedy for less than satisfying nights and that is to take advantage of my days. Today I ditched school work for the beach with Courtney and Kat. It was subdued, but exactly what I didn't know I wanted to do. I almost passed, but then I realized how much I was dying to get my feet into some water. It's warmer over here and much more pleasant to watch a beach sunset with the sun behind you. The waves were massive and incredible thanks to Hurricaine Hannah.
Speaking of her, I got great pleasure out of yesterday as well. I woke up early and headed over to the art library (a-one) with the girls to do some work and get out of the house. Getting there was a dry endeavor, but when we were ready to go the monsoon had hit. It was such a hard rain. And pleasant too. It was warm and heavy, but gentle and didn't hurt your face. Walking back, Anna and I decided the only thing to do would be to leave our books at home, put on bathing suits, and go play in it. And that we did. Joined by Aimee and Courtney, the four of us took to the streets in fearless adventure, laughing at the umbrella'd fools. We headed to the park, ran through a field in cats and dogs glory, played on the swings and found a lovely little makeshift creek. We headed down a secret path, barefoot, our sandals at various locales throughout the park, forgotten. We stood in the murky water, and tried to travel downstream that way, but chickened out on the 7th or so step. Haha. The rain cleared out all the people and left the park with a serene, secret and mystical feel. We could not believe the volume of broken glass on our short trek back up the ravine. It was okay though. Liberating even. Take a page from Mark's book, I thought. We must have been outside for at least an hour.
In terms of the kid, I am confused for no reason. I have all my explanations, wrong though they may be. I have begun to believe I like him much more than he I. It's frustration more than confusion now that I reflect. Must I keep pretending I'm not interested/ don't care about anything in an attempt to not scare him off? The answer is yes, but I wish it weren't. I'm giving this thing a maximum of 4 weeks to show any progress, otherwise I'll just have to be honest with him and enter an early retirement of sorts, designating him to the box in my memory labeled as "Things That Never Were". This relationship, and I use that word in the objective sense, will be granted more pre-detonation time in the event he brings me to orgasm, but I just don't know. I wish I weren't such a pip.
Otherwise, all gravy.
I have found a type of remedy for less than satisfying nights and that is to take advantage of my days. Today I ditched school work for the beach with Courtney and Kat. It was subdued, but exactly what I didn't know I wanted to do. I almost passed, but then I realized how much I was dying to get my feet into some water. It's warmer over here and much more pleasant to watch a beach sunset with the sun behind you. The waves were massive and incredible thanks to Hurricaine Hannah.
Speaking of her, I got great pleasure out of yesterday as well. I woke up early and headed over to the art library (a-one) with the girls to do some work and get out of the house. Getting there was a dry endeavor, but when we were ready to go the monsoon had hit. It was such a hard rain. And pleasant too. It was warm and heavy, but gentle and didn't hurt your face. Walking back, Anna and I decided the only thing to do would be to leave our books at home, put on bathing suits, and go play in it. And that we did. Joined by Aimee and Courtney, the four of us took to the streets in fearless adventure, laughing at the umbrella'd fools. We headed to the park, ran through a field in cats and dogs glory, played on the swings and found a lovely little makeshift creek. We headed down a secret path, barefoot, our sandals at various locales throughout the park, forgotten. We stood in the murky water, and tried to travel downstream that way, but chickened out on the 7th or so step. Haha. The rain cleared out all the people and left the park with a serene, secret and mystical feel. We could not believe the volume of broken glass on our short trek back up the ravine. It was okay though. Liberating even. Take a page from Mark's book, I thought. We must have been outside for at least an hour.
In terms of the kid, I am confused for no reason. I have all my explanations, wrong though they may be. I have begun to believe I like him much more than he I. It's frustration more than confusion now that I reflect. Must I keep pretending I'm not interested/ don't care about anything in an attempt to not scare him off? The answer is yes, but I wish it weren't. I'm giving this thing a maximum of 4 weeks to show any progress, otherwise I'll just have to be honest with him and enter an early retirement of sorts, designating him to the box in my memory labeled as "Things That Never Were". This relationship, and I use that word in the objective sense, will be granted more pre-detonation time in the event he brings me to orgasm, but I just don't know. I wish I weren't such a pip.
Otherwise, all gravy.