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I noticed my hair is considerably longer than it used to be. I mean, this was the objective, so go me? I guess?... Anyways. Went home for the 4th of July. Very fun. Got back and realized I had actually gotten a tan. First time in years? Probably. Definitely.
Anyways...where was I going with this? Not sure. I feel like I should probably delete this account cause I never update anymore, but it's sort of like pulling out a tooth. It will hurt temporarily, but in the end you'll forget it was even there and it with get replaced with some new tooth. That sounded way more emo than I wanted it to.
My roommates are going to go hiking...I think they said somewhere like the Sierras? Anyways, Anthony ordered an ax, giant machete, and a flint. Pretty smart. You don't want to get fucked with by a bear. The piece of flint sounds pretty useful...like I should have one on my keychain or something. Granted, I'm like the last person who would ever get lost like that cause it would take being there in the first place. However, Chris and I did go for a hike in the woods today and took a trail off the path. We never truly got lost, but we did have to wander through some bushes and shit for all of ten minutes to get back to the main path. That's what I love about the woods behind campus: you can never really get lost. There is always a path made by some previous human who's been there first. It's mildly disheartening, but I can deal with the reality that humans have touched everywhere on this planet...except maybe Antarctica and even then we've set camp up on its borders.
I mention my roommates leaving cause I'm planning a cleaning attack on this house. The male standard of clean is far more lenient than that of females. Or maybe just mine. I realize how much more I am like my mom with every passing year and it makes me a little sick. Oh well, at least most of it is for the better. Sure, I might be a nazi about recycling and turning off lights and coupons....but it's all beneficial in the end, right?
i took a nap today which I swore I wouldn't do, but I just got so sleepy...this relates to my current situation because Chris is lying in bed trying to sleep and I'm wide awake like a bush baby cause I took that fucking nap. Maybe it's the techno.
It was pretty cute, a few days ago Chris and I were watching tv on the couch and Alex approches with a bong and say, "Okay you guys, it's time." And he proceeded to smoke us out with very nice weed. Two hits and I was fucked. I feel kind of bad. Chris and I couldn't help but badger him with questions. Chris is sadly disappointed that Alex is not quite the caliber of nerd that he is.
I think my favorite part of living here is that we're all friendly, but not forcing our friendship on one another. We're all free to just hermitize in our rooms, but can still joke around in the kitchen. Plus they do their own dishes.
Anyways...where was I going with this? Not sure. I feel like I should probably delete this account cause I never update anymore, but it's sort of like pulling out a tooth. It will hurt temporarily, but in the end you'll forget it was even there and it with get replaced with some new tooth. That sounded way more emo than I wanted it to.
My roommates are going to go hiking...I think they said somewhere like the Sierras? Anyways, Anthony ordered an ax, giant machete, and a flint. Pretty smart. You don't want to get fucked with by a bear. The piece of flint sounds pretty useful...like I should have one on my keychain or something. Granted, I'm like the last person who would ever get lost like that cause it would take being there in the first place. However, Chris and I did go for a hike in the woods today and took a trail off the path. We never truly got lost, but we did have to wander through some bushes and shit for all of ten minutes to get back to the main path. That's what I love about the woods behind campus: you can never really get lost. There is always a path made by some previous human who's been there first. It's mildly disheartening, but I can deal with the reality that humans have touched everywhere on this planet...except maybe Antarctica and even then we've set camp up on its borders.
I mention my roommates leaving cause I'm planning a cleaning attack on this house. The male standard of clean is far more lenient than that of females. Or maybe just mine. I realize how much more I am like my mom with every passing year and it makes me a little sick. Oh well, at least most of it is for the better. Sure, I might be a nazi about recycling and turning off lights and coupons....but it's all beneficial in the end, right?
i took a nap today which I swore I wouldn't do, but I just got so sleepy...this relates to my current situation because Chris is lying in bed trying to sleep and I'm wide awake like a bush baby cause I took that fucking nap. Maybe it's the techno.
It was pretty cute, a few days ago Chris and I were watching tv on the couch and Alex approches with a bong and say, "Okay you guys, it's time." And he proceeded to smoke us out with very nice weed. Two hits and I was fucked. I feel kind of bad. Chris and I couldn't help but badger him with questions. Chris is sadly disappointed that Alex is not quite the caliber of nerd that he is.
I think my favorite part of living here is that we're all friendly, but not forcing our friendship on one another. We're all free to just hermitize in our rooms, but can still joke around in the kitchen. Plus they do their own dishes.