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[jcriz]

monday morning exam - i've not done very well, pretty sure. only just starting to experience the world of pain of five classes. no time, no money, nothings easy now. except reading. i feel like the font, format, paper texture, colors in a textbook pretty much determine how well i'll fare in any class. unfortunately most of the books right now are

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[onemoredube]

i know whachu mean, i downright pity my logic text (although i am pleased it was from this cheap penguin paperback series of $30 textbooks) for its you-hit-it-on-the-head, there, "lit-nouveau" feel (though, more seriously, there are several errors within it that contort meaning - which is deadly to a friggin LOGIC course, and probably more the target of my pity, the aesthetics maybe more like mirror this). on the other hand my Rome text is understated and classic, while being brand new as well. my instructors for these courses correlate to their chosen materials... i guess more examples of the head-to-toe nature of the quality of something, how these themes permeate unknowingly and can be observed on all levels

[jcriz]

ought not to nothin man, might as well be celibate if you're recoiling anyhow as long as you don't completely forsake yourself as a sexual being in the long term but i have a feeling that's not what you mean! single is smart i figure... keeps things a little better spatially oriented in the brain or something. although why not shit-storm a little?

thanks for your number i'll call after this week's exams.

[onemoredube]

hanging w/ cass & one of her girls a few weeks back (living with a single girl in her mid-thirties has been informative, didactic-seeming) cass is like "Any the three of us could have a [date] like -snap- that," "Yeah, a honey. I don't care about that. I'm at the point where I don't want it unless it's real".

[jcriz]

real? REAL?!?!? s'always real.

i know what you (or she, can't tell) mean(s) tho, sometimes i don't wanna admit it either...

(i hope you're laughing but maybe this isn't a funny joke except to me in current circumstance. kinda chortling to myself about it as though the relationships that are the most obviously ridiculous are the ones i tend to consider less real. to me. the problem, however; they turn out to be pretty real for the other. and this is only funny in the way that i'm laughing directly at myself. and maybe you a bit too, for old time's sake.)

[onemoredube]

yesh osh coursh ushing jish word re-al opens a whole can of worms and yesh you do know what i mean. the quote can actually be attributed to the third person, the friend, and it resonated with me but under still waters for at that point i was entangled, shit-storm-like, not yet able to call that out see it for what it was. the main problem i see with these flash-pans is the way they interfere with day-to-day goings on, my first non-A's attest to this. plus like ntm ntm ntm the destructive addictive quality of relationship-as-distraction. plus ntm the relationships cultivated in these pans of flash are largely superficial, or more like, ones in which you cultivate a character to get along with flash-partner, probably because relating intimately and authentically is either impossible or seems that way, and the surface-level of these interactions causes detatchment in you/me/us/one, "it's not serious" but yeah like you say, not so for them. i get your joke and laugh with you. bu'tha'laughter's like a balm applied, there, cos i want to