Boston Again
My apologies for the not posting. I've been in Boston since the 31st and haven't really felt like posting because I haven't been able to form anything into words. But there I go, leading you all to believe that I'm having some big emotional development that's too powerful to describe when that is not the case at all. In short, I just haven't felt like posting; so sue me.
In reality, my move-in wasn't as smooth as I would have hoped, but nothing disastrous happened. My room is freaking awesome and I'm enjoying my roommates immensely. I now know the Bed Bath & Beyond store better than I ever anticipated.
My only class today was FT 360 Understanding Film. It might be fun if the prof will allow some discussion instead of just yapping at us. If he talks when we're screening movies, God help him and my grade.
I had a recent comment that I'm an unhappy person. I'm not unhappy, I just produce better work when I'm busy and stressed. That's why y'all hear so little from me during the good times (this past week) and almost constantly during my inner turmoil times (hell weeks and finals). Joy is something so personal that me describing it is fruitless because no one will ever see it like I do. It doesn't bother me that I celebrate in private and grieve in public, but don't think just because I don't talk about it, I'm not feeling it. I always expected to suffer from depression for various reasons, but now that it looks like I'm not going to, it's taking me a while to reorganize my thoughts and priorities. And who wants to read a happy story anyway?
My other three classes tomorrow. And here I thought this would be a short entry. I blame my runaway thoughts on heredity (see Dave's website, for example).
In reality, my move-in wasn't as smooth as I would have hoped, but nothing disastrous happened. My room is freaking awesome and I'm enjoying my roommates immensely. I now know the Bed Bath & Beyond store better than I ever anticipated.
My only class today was FT 360 Understanding Film. It might be fun if the prof will allow some discussion instead of just yapping at us. If he talks when we're screening movies, God help him and my grade.
I had a recent comment that I'm an unhappy person. I'm not unhappy, I just produce better work when I'm busy and stressed. That's why y'all hear so little from me during the good times (this past week) and almost constantly during my inner turmoil times (hell weeks and finals). Joy is something so personal that me describing it is fruitless because no one will ever see it like I do. It doesn't bother me that I celebrate in private and grieve in public, but don't think just because I don't talk about it, I'm not feeling it. I always expected to suffer from depression for various reasons, but now that it looks like I'm not going to, it's taking me a while to reorganize my thoughts and priorities. And who wants to read a happy story anyway?
My other three classes tomorrow. And here I thought this would be a short entry. I blame my runaway thoughts on heredity (see Dave's website, for example).