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I think that life will be interesting. I'll make it so. Or does that happen only on its own? I keep thinking that when I go to Germany I will miss a hunk of time that my brothers will be growing up. If I go to Germany for a year and a half, I will miss Will's tenth birthday. I find this to be sad. But can one live life for another person? Or am I selfish for thinking of this? Why do I feel like I have to choose between home and life? Can't I have both?
I think California sounds nice. Or New York City. I was looking at a girl from elementary school's facebook and she has dozens of pictures up from her adventuers as a student at NYU. She's too busy to put names and captions on them. What does it say about me, that I have taken the time to write captions under nearly all of my pictures? Am I reading too much into this? She had all these fanatastic outfits and looked like a glamorous, wealthy, Boheimian living in a Greenwich Village flat that probably costs more than my tution at Clemson. Am I jelous? Maybe I'm not jealous, I'm simply saying that I notice the differences between our lives. I am proud of Clemson. But it does grate on me a bit when people notice the differences between Clemson and a larger city. I do it too, but maybe it just hits too close to home. I don't know. I'm just talking. But if you don't want to go here, then don't go here. That's how I feel. Plan your escape. It's only four years of your life. Maybe five or six, depending.
i have a lot of bug bites. and i know i always wax philospical on livejournal but really i tend to think about things a lot. and i'm not frequently carefree. i don't feel guilty about being carefree though, and sometimes that mood does strike me.
i have an exam on wednesday that i am studying for. well i'm about to study for. i'm in the library on a saturday and I am not alone. i think there are about thirty other people here too. good for them. good for me.
and why do they put a smily face with indifferent. is that just to say that an indifferent person is really perpetually happy? i thought indifference wasn't such an estatic emotion.
I think California sounds nice. Or New York City. I was looking at a girl from elementary school's facebook and she has dozens of pictures up from her adventuers as a student at NYU. She's too busy to put names and captions on them. What does it say about me, that I have taken the time to write captions under nearly all of my pictures? Am I reading too much into this? She had all these fanatastic outfits and looked like a glamorous, wealthy, Boheimian living in a Greenwich Village flat that probably costs more than my tution at Clemson. Am I jelous? Maybe I'm not jealous, I'm simply saying that I notice the differences between our lives. I am proud of Clemson. But it does grate on me a bit when people notice the differences between Clemson and a larger city. I do it too, but maybe it just hits too close to home. I don't know. I'm just talking. But if you don't want to go here, then don't go here. That's how I feel. Plan your escape. It's only four years of your life. Maybe five or six, depending.
i have a lot of bug bites. and i know i always wax philospical on livejournal but really i tend to think about things a lot. and i'm not frequently carefree. i don't feel guilty about being carefree though, and sometimes that mood does strike me.
i have an exam on wednesday that i am studying for. well i'm about to study for. i'm in the library on a saturday and I am not alone. i think there are about thirty other people here too. good for them. good for me.
and why do they put a smily face with indifferent. is that just to say that an indifferent person is really perpetually happy? i thought indifference wasn't such an estatic emotion.