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-Ok. So I lied about quitting the bullet shit. Sue me.
-Nothing much is new with me, except for the "beard." It's received mixed reactions so far (of course, the positive ones are probably about as genuine as most of my reflections for Casey Metcalf [translation: they're not]). I'm going to keep it though because: A) I no longer have to shave (which is in line with my philosophy of lazines (mispelling intentional) and B) beards, even if they're scraggly and look like shit, still kick ass.
-Went to Harvard Square last night for Mexican. It's impossible to describe how good real food tastes after a few weeks of McElroy and Hill Side. Which is not to say the food up here is terrible; it's actually quite good. It just simply lacks something. Maybe it's the preparation (heat lambs and conveyor belts v. actual oven). Maybe it's the spices. Or maybe there is no difference and I only think there is for some fucked up psychological reasons. Or maybe there is no food at all, only the Void and the illusion of the food. Or maybe I should shut up now.
-I was hit on by a somewhat intoxicated woman (of about 25-30 years of age) at the restaurant last night. It was funny as hell in a watch-Erik-make-a-complete-ass-of-himself kinda way.
-Jesuit has engrained several bad habits into me, the worst of which is the "I can do things at the last minute and still survive mentality." Which is why I have 1200 more words of a paper to write and an abbreviated chem lab which I need to finish for tommorow. Happy happy, joy joy.
-Off to my Appalachia meeting. Au revoir.
-Nothing much is new with me, except for the "beard." It's received mixed reactions so far (of course, the positive ones are probably about as genuine as most of my reflections for Casey Metcalf [translation: they're not]). I'm going to keep it though because: A) I no longer have to shave (which is in line with my philosophy of lazines (mispelling intentional) and B) beards, even if they're scraggly and look like shit, still kick ass.
-Went to Harvard Square last night for Mexican. It's impossible to describe how good real food tastes after a few weeks of McElroy and Hill Side. Which is not to say the food up here is terrible; it's actually quite good. It just simply lacks something. Maybe it's the preparation (heat lambs and conveyor belts v. actual oven). Maybe it's the spices. Or maybe there is no difference and I only think there is for some fucked up psychological reasons. Or maybe there is no food at all, only the Void and the illusion of the food. Or maybe I should shut up now.
-I was hit on by a somewhat intoxicated woman (of about 25-30 years of age) at the restaurant last night. It was funny as hell in a watch-Erik-make-a-complete-ass-of-himself kinda way.
-Jesuit has engrained several bad habits into me, the worst of which is the "I can do things at the last minute and still survive mentality." Which is why I have 1200 more words of a paper to write and an abbreviated chem lab which I need to finish for tommorow. Happy happy, joy joy.
-Off to my Appalachia meeting. Au revoir.