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Spring break was relaxing, but I was happy when I got back to school.
the Easter Keg Hunt was kind of a bust, Pub Safety confiscated a lot of kegs (including ours), etc, etc, etc. But it was a gorgeous March day, and Prescott was one big drunken Easter party and I spent the day with good people, and sobered up in time to get my 3-page response paper written for the next day.
I'm officially going to Ireland for the last two weeks in May. Short-term field study thing-- I'm gonna live in a Benedictine monestary for a week, and then go to Dublin, I guess. If I had the cash, I would stay there longer, but alas, I am poor, and in a week or so I'm going to call the Salem fucking Ferry to make sure I can work there again this Summer. I'll look forward to the North Shore beaches and I'll take advantage of my first (and last?) Summer at home as a legal drinker.
And I've come to the realization that I don't think I need that insane passion with anyone. I think it's overrated. It's not worth it, it causes too much pain and too much stress, and even when things are good, something about it just isn't right. I'm happy just being content. Why would I want anything more? I think It's asking for too much, I think it's selfish, and I think that's why people get fucked over in the end when they want something more than just being content.
And I think things work best when I don't (think) I want it as bad.
the Easter Keg Hunt was kind of a bust, Pub Safety confiscated a lot of kegs (including ours), etc, etc, etc. But it was a gorgeous March day, and Prescott was one big drunken Easter party and I spent the day with good people, and sobered up in time to get my 3-page response paper written for the next day.
I'm officially going to Ireland for the last two weeks in May. Short-term field study thing-- I'm gonna live in a Benedictine monestary for a week, and then go to Dublin, I guess. If I had the cash, I would stay there longer, but alas, I am poor, and in a week or so I'm going to call the Salem fucking Ferry to make sure I can work there again this Summer. I'll look forward to the North Shore beaches and I'll take advantage of my first (and last?) Summer at home as a legal drinker.
And I've come to the realization that I don't think I need that insane passion with anyone. I think it's overrated. It's not worth it, it causes too much pain and too much stress, and even when things are good, something about it just isn't right. I'm happy just being content. Why would I want anything more? I think It's asking for too much, I think it's selfish, and I think that's why people get fucked over in the end when they want something more than just being content.
And I think things work best when I don't (think) I want it as bad.