a long time coming
I've just noticed how long it has been since this was updated... kinda feel like i've missed some support checks.
The long and short: longest relationship ever ends with the shortest break-up conversation ever. No more details be necessary on the interblagtubes. We're both moving on this time.
Classes are easier this semester, albeit much more early. I have a 9AM class everyday now (MWF Statistical Mechanics, TR Linear Algebra) which is making me rock the 'look-like-you-got-punched-in-both-eyes' tired look. Not sexy.
Speaking of which, it has been a long time since i've hit on someone actively. The thought is kind of scary when I think about it, I wonder what the general feeling is about me now? Am I still wanted? Forgotten? Out of style? We shall see...
I understand the evolutionary mechanisms and their purposes which drive the crazy rollercoaster i've been riding the past week, but dear God, DID WE HAVE TO MAKE THE HORMONES SO FUCKING STRONG??
ahem. that's enough of that.
Oddly, the quiet has been very therapeutic. This week has left me tired and abrasive... the light at the end of the tunnel is Friday, and the promise of a paycheck which will be quickly spent I imagine, as it is necessary I be sloshy. Stu and I have been throwing around strange hypotheticals involving drunkenly (and lasciviously) torturing the 1st year girls, who have never known him and I on the prowl.
Time has passed very slowly today, likely from the combination of being awake all day and forcing myself to try to do work, which has been largely unsuccessful.
A line from a poem I wrote long ago comes back to mind:
I'm running my body on black holes
In a waltz to retain my structure.
I really hope I don't do something stupid this weekend.
The long and short: longest relationship ever ends with the shortest break-up conversation ever. No more details be necessary on the interblagtubes. We're both moving on this time.
Classes are easier this semester, albeit much more early. I have a 9AM class everyday now (MWF Statistical Mechanics, TR Linear Algebra) which is making me rock the 'look-like-you-got-punched-in-both-eyes' tired look. Not sexy.
Speaking of which, it has been a long time since i've hit on someone actively. The thought is kind of scary when I think about it, I wonder what the general feeling is about me now? Am I still wanted? Forgotten? Out of style? We shall see...
I understand the evolutionary mechanisms and their purposes which drive the crazy rollercoaster i've been riding the past week, but dear God, DID WE HAVE TO MAKE THE HORMONES SO FUCKING STRONG??
ahem. that's enough of that.
Oddly, the quiet has been very therapeutic. This week has left me tired and abrasive... the light at the end of the tunnel is Friday, and the promise of a paycheck which will be quickly spent I imagine, as it is necessary I be sloshy. Stu and I have been throwing around strange hypotheticals involving drunkenly (and lasciviously) torturing the 1st year girls, who have never known him and I on the prowl.
Time has passed very slowly today, likely from the combination of being awake all day and forcing myself to try to do work, which has been largely unsuccessful.
A line from a poem I wrote long ago comes back to mind:
I'm running my body on black holes
In a waltz to retain my structure.
I really hope I don't do something stupid this weekend.