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so 2 months ago i unloaded an impossibly packed minivan, started my computer on the resnet registration, and set off to bother a polish man while i waited. i surprised him at his house, the gullible fool. i blabbered. he listened. i blabbered more. he still listened. i slept in what is now jason's room, my favorite one at 8 warren. i set the precedent.
it's so wierd. it seems like so long ago and like it was last night. thinking about it brings both conclusions. one one side, it's damn near november, the semester's more than half over. on the other, my memory holds such a depressingly finite group of experiences from that 2 months time. surely we could have made more of it.
two very good friends that i hardly talk to anymore, despite their physical proximity to me, called me "just to chat" within the past day and a half. why am i scared?
it's so wierd. it seems like so long ago and like it was last night. thinking about it brings both conclusions. one one side, it's damn near november, the semester's more than half over. on the other, my memory holds such a depressingly finite group of experiences from that 2 months time. surely we could have made more of it.
two very good friends that i hardly talk to anymore, despite their physical proximity to me, called me "just to chat" within the past day and a half. why am i scared?