But don't you want to take Theology 354: The Medieval Church in a foriegn country?
Yes! because that country would be England and the city would be London and i'd sit through ENVI 425: The Anatomy of Shit just to live in that city. It would be for the summer 08 intersession and i'm convincing my mom and other financial patrons to let me go as i write.
But that's not why i'm here. i'm here because my life is slightly resembing a Grey's Anatomy episode (which came back on tonight and was both maddening and...maddening). Unfortunately, i am not one of the actors, i am the cameraman, doing my best to take in everything that goes on in the best of light and in the right frame. In other words, my friends are weaving one incredible plot and all i can do is balk at them speechlessly as we gossip and trade stories, first privately confiding in each other, then having a much more censored conversation over a lunch table. SD is a small world, USD an even samller one, so its not too much of a shock when your friends both "hook up" with the same guy, who happens to be your best friend's roommate. And affairs are becoming a normalicy as one of them daily love-emails her 27 year old enganged to be married coworker, and as the guy across the hall that you've known since first semester freshman year and introduced to your roommates tells one of them that's he's broken up with his two-year-girlfriend for good and they spend unchaperoned nights together, however people tell you differently, as in they're still together. Things become complicated as one of your other roommates has harbored a crush on this same guy for the past month, to be knowingly ignored by the girl he favours, her best friend. And then there's the man of the hour, the good-looking, good sense of humour, smart guy, that was never around last semester because he spent every weekend driving back home to see his now ex-girlfriend so now he is like new meat--has so many girls interested in him he has his pick: made out of a pool of my closest friends. They all tell me they think that he likes them, they all tell me the same story, i try to tell them they are not unique, they are blind.
And then there is my roommate--the one who shares my room with me--in and out of the hospital from her returning sickness. One barely knows the social ediquette that should follow such a situation. How much can we really help? How much do we ask about it? How do you bring up the subject of something so intimate as a person's health? She's the sweetest girl in the world. My want to help her seems to exceed my ability. I am paralysed when it comes to acting--i stand there whatching the frame like a cameraman.
I feel like i'm stuck in a snow globe, trapped by a thin layer of glass that keeps me separated from the commotion around me. But instead of me that's getting shaken up and whatched; it's the world outside that's getting snowed on.
But that's not why i'm here. i'm here because my life is slightly resembing a Grey's Anatomy episode (which came back on tonight and was both maddening and...maddening). Unfortunately, i am not one of the actors, i am the cameraman, doing my best to take in everything that goes on in the best of light and in the right frame. In other words, my friends are weaving one incredible plot and all i can do is balk at them speechlessly as we gossip and trade stories, first privately confiding in each other, then having a much more censored conversation over a lunch table. SD is a small world, USD an even samller one, so its not too much of a shock when your friends both "hook up" with the same guy, who happens to be your best friend's roommate. And affairs are becoming a normalicy as one of them daily love-emails her 27 year old enganged to be married coworker, and as the guy across the hall that you've known since first semester freshman year and introduced to your roommates tells one of them that's he's broken up with his two-year-girlfriend for good and they spend unchaperoned nights together, however people tell you differently, as in they're still together. Things become complicated as one of your other roommates has harbored a crush on this same guy for the past month, to be knowingly ignored by the girl he favours, her best friend. And then there's the man of the hour, the good-looking, good sense of humour, smart guy, that was never around last semester because he spent every weekend driving back home to see his now ex-girlfriend so now he is like new meat--has so many girls interested in him he has his pick: made out of a pool of my closest friends. They all tell me they think that he likes them, they all tell me the same story, i try to tell them they are not unique, they are blind.
And then there is my roommate--the one who shares my room with me--in and out of the hospital from her returning sickness. One barely knows the social ediquette that should follow such a situation. How much can we really help? How much do we ask about it? How do you bring up the subject of something so intimate as a person's health? She's the sweetest girl in the world. My want to help her seems to exceed my ability. I am paralysed when it comes to acting--i stand there whatching the frame like a cameraman.
I feel like i'm stuck in a snow globe, trapped by a thin layer of glass that keeps me separated from the commotion around me. But instead of me that's getting shaken up and whatched; it's the world outside that's getting snowed on.