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Many adventures, mishaps, and fetes were had since the beginning of the school semester, tales that I should have recounted in my livejournal right away. Unfortunately, I am an awful sloth and failed to record them, and so many of them will have to be left as blurry, impalpable clouds. However, I'll try my best to run through some of them.
College has so far been marked with failed attempts to socialize. My dear friends and I met with what we thought to be a charming and astute boy, but was actually an inflated and insolent fool. We disagreed with him on some basic elementary truths, and when we attempted to have a civil intellectual discussion, he responded with idiotic retorts in curt and belittling fashions. This entire episode deserves its own entry, but I've decided to leave the douchebaggery to die. Since then, my friends and I have withdrawn from socializing with new people. Although college is an intellectual environment, we have failed to meet anyone of the same cranial and artistic levels. It's not that we wouldn't like to; I sincerely would love meeting some fascinating new personalities, but we haven't exactly taken the initiative. Commuter schools are not the most ideal places for cultivating one's social life.
I have grown accustomed to having a paper due every other week, and I have been churning them out so. My inner clock fancies waking at noon and sleeping at three in the morning every day, but most of the time must do with waking at eight. I no longer remember what the level of work in high school is like, and while I was never obligated to write papers every other week, it still seems like more difficulty and more effort than my current situation. Granted, only one of my classes demands any sort of higher standard of writing. The rest are relatively easy graders. However, coupled with work during the weekends, I feel very pleased with myself that I have been able to handle such burdens and still do it well.
However, good times were had. odin_za_vseh had a terrific salon for his birthday. The theme was Victorian era, and I was the token Oriental prostitute in the opium den. The night included fabulous food, interpretive dancing to poetry, and Gunther. Another instance had us visiting a tea house where we had the most delicious house tea blend and strawberry, chocolate, and pumpkin scones. odin_za_vseh's cucumber sandwiches are still better. Additionally, we visited a party held for college and university students at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It was surprisingly entertaining, although at first I thought it would be one of those "stand in the corner and hold your drink awkwardly" gatherings. We made wishes and hung them on a Christmas tree, they played post-punk, New Wave, and indie rock music, and we snuck into the Van Gogh exhibit, the European Paintings and Drawings section, and the balcony through my connections as staff.
The semester is almost at its end, and I can't deny that I'm looking forward to vacation. Parties, music shows, musicals, food of the festive variety, catching up with friends who have moved away, and perhaps picturesque winter weather await. Oh yeah, and no school. (:
College has so far been marked with failed attempts to socialize. My dear friends and I met with what we thought to be a charming and astute boy, but was actually an inflated and insolent fool. We disagreed with him on some basic elementary truths, and when we attempted to have a civil intellectual discussion, he responded with idiotic retorts in curt and belittling fashions. This entire episode deserves its own entry, but I've decided to leave the douchebaggery to die. Since then, my friends and I have withdrawn from socializing with new people. Although college is an intellectual environment, we have failed to meet anyone of the same cranial and artistic levels. It's not that we wouldn't like to; I sincerely would love meeting some fascinating new personalities, but we haven't exactly taken the initiative. Commuter schools are not the most ideal places for cultivating one's social life.
I have grown accustomed to having a paper due every other week, and I have been churning them out so. My inner clock fancies waking at noon and sleeping at three in the morning every day, but most of the time must do with waking at eight. I no longer remember what the level of work in high school is like, and while I was never obligated to write papers every other week, it still seems like more difficulty and more effort than my current situation. Granted, only one of my classes demands any sort of higher standard of writing. The rest are relatively easy graders. However, coupled with work during the weekends, I feel very pleased with myself that I have been able to handle such burdens and still do it well.
However, good times were had. odin_za_vseh had a terrific salon for his birthday. The theme was Victorian era, and I was the token Oriental prostitute in the opium den. The night included fabulous food, interpretive dancing to poetry, and Gunther. Another instance had us visiting a tea house where we had the most delicious house tea blend and strawberry, chocolate, and pumpkin scones. odin_za_vseh's cucumber sandwiches are still better. Additionally, we visited a party held for college and university students at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It was surprisingly entertaining, although at first I thought it would be one of those "stand in the corner and hold your drink awkwardly" gatherings. We made wishes and hung them on a Christmas tree, they played post-punk, New Wave, and indie rock music, and we snuck into the Van Gogh exhibit, the European Paintings and Drawings section, and the balcony through my connections as staff.
The semester is almost at its end, and I can't deny that I'm looking forward to vacation. Parties, music shows, musicals, food of the festive variety, catching up with friends who have moved away, and perhaps picturesque winter weather await. Oh yeah, and no school. (: