Beat it! Beat it!
A new semester is upon me and, though I was dreading the thought of starting classes again, I have managed to fall back into a dreary, nervous, sort of studious state. My classes are all pretty dull and they start early in the day, which sucks. I have an english class where I write papers and crap, then there's the continuation to Art History II, which is Art History I...uh then I continued with Russian and that has me feeling like death...film history where all we do is watch movies...and philosophy which is taught by a poker-faced, emotionless, robot of a professor. The homework is decent, Russian being the bulk of my bloody load, and the film class is my only evening event which I attend once a week.
My social life sucks, which really isn't anything new...and the whole valentine's event coming up, ha ha ha ha heh uh. I'll probably meet some new people soon or something. I'm pretty decided about any relationships I might luckily find myself in, and I think I know what I want...having witnessed the evil, obsessive, friend ditching relationships that orbit around my plagued exsistence. Of course, I'm not naming names and all that crap...because I really don't need anymore proof to decide for myself what is healthy (sane) and what isn't. Yeah, so...I guess like anyone else I need affection, even if I convince myself that I could do without it. It just looks too corrupting right now. Eh, I don't really feel like explaining what I'm thinking.
Bye.
My social life sucks, which really isn't anything new...and the whole valentine's event coming up, ha ha ha ha heh uh. I'll probably meet some new people soon or something. I'm pretty decided about any relationships I might luckily find myself in, and I think I know what I want...having witnessed the evil, obsessive, friend ditching relationships that orbit around my plagued exsistence. Of course, I'm not naming names and all that crap...because I really don't need anymore proof to decide for myself what is healthy (sane) and what isn't. Yeah, so...I guess like anyone else I need affection, even if I convince myself that I could do without it. It just looks too corrupting right now. Eh, I don't really feel like explaining what I'm thinking.
Bye.