Im a big time operator, let me tell you who i am.
(Inserts reasons the 'i havent posted in a while' portion of the LJ Update')
syracuse is hilarious, not as hilarious as perdue... but its pretty fucking hilarious
i live on adams street, right across the street from this bar that houses all of the jock fuckheads you'd ever want to have roofies slipped in a young girls drink by.
i live very close to the campus.. it takes me <5 mins to get to the syracuse campus, and a magical 10 to get to the esf. i say magical, because i dont know why it takes longer to get to the esf campus.. maybe its the hills.. SYRACUSE is hilly.. theres no doubting or getting around it.. my legs hurt.. and im becoming maybe a better walker than i was in chicago cuz of it (even if you dont realize it, your pretty much always walking on an incline everywhere..). SU is pretty diverse, many different colors.. unfortunately the majority of white kids is pretty much as you would expect them to be in a college town.. and although there are alot of minorities, there is not enough to cover up the stink that is 'modern style' (if you can call it that). whenever i walk down walnut street (which is where the majority of the known (that i know of) frats are.. i cant help but think of 'DP' from Aqua teen hunger force.. "MY DAD OWNS A DEALERSHIP DUDE!"
Friends: i have none, and that dosnt bother me, as i just got here. there was this girl i was going to talk to on the bus but this guy sat between us and didnt get up.. i got off, and wa la.. the greatest thing about this is the fact that i dont give a shit! hurray!
ive had alot of time to think about what makes me unhappy, and i think that what im finding out is that its best found through actual experience.. and i will not elaborate. fitter happier, more productive.
the chemistry club here is called 'the alchemists' which i will no doubt visit at least once.. maybe ill make something great.
im sitting outside the library, to write this, i wont have internet untill the 6th, and whether it will work is up in the air.
to conclude, a deep poem:
she sat there, looking at me.
she is bright, beautiful.. mysterious
filled with adventure
filled with the promise of good times
so much variety
a future that could be wonderful
filled with no dull moments
my mind strays and i think about the future
Friday nights we would look for new friends together
Saturday we might just spend the night alone
fighting our way through the tasks and toils of a good time out
Such good times possible...
if i only had the internet, and 49.99
in the end, it all dosnt matter
i still haven't bought World of Warcraft.
syracuse is hilarious, not as hilarious as perdue... but its pretty fucking hilarious
i live on adams street, right across the street from this bar that houses all of the jock fuckheads you'd ever want to have roofies slipped in a young girls drink by.
i live very close to the campus.. it takes me <5 mins to get to the syracuse campus, and a magical 10 to get to the esf. i say magical, because i dont know why it takes longer to get to the esf campus.. maybe its the hills.. SYRACUSE is hilly.. theres no doubting or getting around it.. my legs hurt.. and im becoming maybe a better walker than i was in chicago cuz of it (even if you dont realize it, your pretty much always walking on an incline everywhere..). SU is pretty diverse, many different colors.. unfortunately the majority of white kids is pretty much as you would expect them to be in a college town.. and although there are alot of minorities, there is not enough to cover up the stink that is 'modern style' (if you can call it that). whenever i walk down walnut street (which is where the majority of the known (that i know of) frats are.. i cant help but think of 'DP' from Aqua teen hunger force.. "MY DAD OWNS A DEALERSHIP DUDE!"
Friends: i have none, and that dosnt bother me, as i just got here. there was this girl i was going to talk to on the bus but this guy sat between us and didnt get up.. i got off, and wa la.. the greatest thing about this is the fact that i dont give a shit! hurray!
ive had alot of time to think about what makes me unhappy, and i think that what im finding out is that its best found through actual experience.. and i will not elaborate. fitter happier, more productive.
the chemistry club here is called 'the alchemists' which i will no doubt visit at least once.. maybe ill make something great.
im sitting outside the library, to write this, i wont have internet untill the 6th, and whether it will work is up in the air.
to conclude, a deep poem:
she sat there, looking at me.
she is bright, beautiful.. mysterious
filled with adventure
filled with the promise of good times
so much variety
a future that could be wonderful
filled with no dull moments
my mind strays and i think about the future
Friday nights we would look for new friends together
Saturday we might just spend the night alone
fighting our way through the tasks and toils of a good time out
Such good times possible...
if i only had the internet, and 49.99
in the end, it all dosnt matter
i still haven't bought World of Warcraft.