01 March 2014
I’m writing this entry late and posting it even later because I don’t feel like going to my friend’s room and using her internet cable. My laziness knows no bounds, but it’s also partly the fact that I’m on my period and don’t feel like moving. After so much partying, I don’t think I have the energy. Today was a pretty low-key day. I got lunch with my other friend who’s visiting here and then we’ve been in my friend’s apartment pretty much ever since. I’ve been just reading and writing (minimally). I want to write, but I can’t think of what to say.
I thought my other friend had gotten better (at being a likeable person), but to be honest, she really, really likes to talk, and loudly, and it gets annoying. Sometimes it’s like she doesn’t know when to stop. And ever since she’s been here, the friend I’m visiting has been annoyed at her and I feel like I’m being pushed away as a consequence. But at the same time, I don’t feel like I fit in the culture here. I wear my Gengar sweatshirt at my university, and I get comments on it literally every time I wear it. I wear it here and the girl at the diner (obviously not the “type” my friend seems to think can hang out with her, in terms of appearance and manner) compliments me on it. I appreciate the compliment, but I can tell my friend and her friend think it’s just something nerdy. I like playing Minesweeper when I have some free time - I’m the fastest person at playing Minesweeper that I know - but I feel like I’d be judged for that here, so I keep it minimal. To be perfectly honest, I’d be happy just staying in all day and reading and writing. Or maybe visiting a museum or theater or something (which isn’t plausible out here but back at where I actually go to school...), but partying gets old, fast. And sure, it was nice getting pretty drunk last night, but after I started sobering up, it just stopped being entertaining. Maybe I’m not cut out to be a college student. I mean, I like having fun just as much as the next person, but not necessarily every night. Not to mention there are other ways to have fun besides just getting drunk and going to frat parties or bars. Maybe once a week. But I don’t know; we don’t have frat parties or bars for 19+ where I live. Instead, I stay in, read, write, play video games, etc. And that’s comfortable. So am I doing these things because I really enjoy them, or because I’ve become complacent?
Reading totals:
- The Help - Kathryn Stockett (~15 pages)
Reading reflections I have yet to write:
- The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
- High Fidelity - Nick Hornby
I thought my other friend had gotten better (at being a likeable person), but to be honest, she really, really likes to talk, and loudly, and it gets annoying. Sometimes it’s like she doesn’t know when to stop. And ever since she’s been here, the friend I’m visiting has been annoyed at her and I feel like I’m being pushed away as a consequence. But at the same time, I don’t feel like I fit in the culture here. I wear my Gengar sweatshirt at my university, and I get comments on it literally every time I wear it. I wear it here and the girl at the diner (obviously not the “type” my friend seems to think can hang out with her, in terms of appearance and manner) compliments me on it. I appreciate the compliment, but I can tell my friend and her friend think it’s just something nerdy. I like playing Minesweeper when I have some free time - I’m the fastest person at playing Minesweeper that I know - but I feel like I’d be judged for that here, so I keep it minimal. To be perfectly honest, I’d be happy just staying in all day and reading and writing. Or maybe visiting a museum or theater or something (which isn’t plausible out here but back at where I actually go to school...), but partying gets old, fast. And sure, it was nice getting pretty drunk last night, but after I started sobering up, it just stopped being entertaining. Maybe I’m not cut out to be a college student. I mean, I like having fun just as much as the next person, but not necessarily every night. Not to mention there are other ways to have fun besides just getting drunk and going to frat parties or bars. Maybe once a week. But I don’t know; we don’t have frat parties or bars for 19+ where I live. Instead, I stay in, read, write, play video games, etc. And that’s comfortable. So am I doing these things because I really enjoy them, or because I’ve become complacent?
Reading totals:
- The Help - Kathryn Stockett (~15 pages)
Reading reflections I have yet to write:
- The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
- High Fidelity - Nick Hornby