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Hey, I just noticed you had called me. I don't have reception where
I'm at now, which is the computer lab in the school of social work. It
was pointless to tell you that, but I want you to know as much about
me as you can possibly tolerate. I was in a hurry to come to the lab
to check my email, as I no longer have access to Internet at home and
I thought someone was following me. No longer having access to
Internet at home is due to my roommate not paying the cable bill for
two months. I don't mind it so much. I guess we're saving about ninety
bucks each month. Saving money is cool, and I like the fact that it
allows us to realize we don't need these things. Cable TV and
Internet? Psshaw! Give me lounging around all day and seriously doing
absolutely nothing staring at one inanimate object for minutes at a
time. Or, give me afternoon naps so I can take night bike rides on
completely empty streets, except for the occasional drunk driver.
Mmmm, nicely paved and well-lit roads. I miss you. Oh, and as for
someone following me, I thought it was a classmate of mine. She's over
thirty, and we were cool, but then she sent me her class notes, and
told me to buy the textbook when she found out I was struggling with
the class we share. And now I avoid her as much as possible, because I
haven't taken the time to read the notes she sent me, or care enough
to fork out eighty dollars for a book I don't think I'll crack open
more than twice. I miss her as well.
School is wack, in the same sense that people say crack is wack. I
don't know what I am talking about. As you already know, this morning,
I accidentally poured vodka into some orange juice (the grove kind
with oodles of pulp) I was having with my breakfast. I drove to school
with a really red face. Once, in high school, Sarah snuck one of those
sissy girly drinks into algebra class. She later told me it was "the
best math class [she has] ever taken." I figured it could possibly
play out the same way for me in statistics for sociology, but I just
ended up really sad instead. WTF!
I better head off to the library now. I checked out five books on
Pakistan so I could write a paper on the history of US-Pakistani
foreign relations, but I left them in the trunk of my roommate's car.
That got stolen yesterday. I'm curious to see how much I owe them now.
I'm guessing it's over a hundred bucks. Something out there is
punishing me. I've had those books for over two and a half months. I
opened each one once when I was checking them out. That paper was due
last semester. When I didn't do it, I stopped attending class and
convinced myself that an F does not mean much to me in the grand
scheme of life. However the professor liked me too much, and wanted to
give me a second chance that I didn't want or feel like I deserved.
Being the stupid ho that I am, I took it reluctantly. I don't think
I'll ever write that paper, ever, and I'll leave that incomplete on my
transcript permanent.
I miss you so much, if I thought about you any more it would not
surprise me if I ended up crying in this computer lab.
I'm at now, which is the computer lab in the school of social work. It
was pointless to tell you that, but I want you to know as much about
me as you can possibly tolerate. I was in a hurry to come to the lab
to check my email, as I no longer have access to Internet at home and
I thought someone was following me. No longer having access to
Internet at home is due to my roommate not paying the cable bill for
two months. I don't mind it so much. I guess we're saving about ninety
bucks each month. Saving money is cool, and I like the fact that it
allows us to realize we don't need these things. Cable TV and
Internet? Psshaw! Give me lounging around all day and seriously doing
absolutely nothing staring at one inanimate object for minutes at a
time. Or, give me afternoon naps so I can take night bike rides on
completely empty streets, except for the occasional drunk driver.
Mmmm, nicely paved and well-lit roads. I miss you. Oh, and as for
someone following me, I thought it was a classmate of mine. She's over
thirty, and we were cool, but then she sent me her class notes, and
told me to buy the textbook when she found out I was struggling with
the class we share. And now I avoid her as much as possible, because I
haven't taken the time to read the notes she sent me, or care enough
to fork out eighty dollars for a book I don't think I'll crack open
more than twice. I miss her as well.
School is wack, in the same sense that people say crack is wack. I
don't know what I am talking about. As you already know, this morning,
I accidentally poured vodka into some orange juice (the grove kind
with oodles of pulp) I was having with my breakfast. I drove to school
with a really red face. Once, in high school, Sarah snuck one of those
sissy girly drinks into algebra class. She later told me it was "the
best math class [she has] ever taken." I figured it could possibly
play out the same way for me in statistics for sociology, but I just
ended up really sad instead. WTF!
I better head off to the library now. I checked out five books on
Pakistan so I could write a paper on the history of US-Pakistani
foreign relations, but I left them in the trunk of my roommate's car.
That got stolen yesterday. I'm curious to see how much I owe them now.
I'm guessing it's over a hundred bucks. Something out there is
punishing me. I've had those books for over two and a half months. I
opened each one once when I was checking them out. That paper was due
last semester. When I didn't do it, I stopped attending class and
convinced myself that an F does not mean much to me in the grand
scheme of life. However the professor liked me too much, and wanted to
give me a second chance that I didn't want or feel like I deserved.
Being the stupid ho that I am, I took it reluctantly. I don't think
I'll ever write that paper, ever, and I'll leave that incomplete on my
transcript permanent.
I miss you so much, if I thought about you any more it would not
surprise me if I ended up crying in this computer lab.