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this is what i've been thinking lately:
i need to start eating real things for dinner. As in, stop eating ice cream cookie sandwiches and potato chips/funyuns.
i need to stop thinking today is tuesday. or thursday. because, yeah, it's wednesday.
i need to be able to analyze robert frost's "home burial" from a realist perspective and edith wharton's "the other two" from a modernist perspective by first understanding what that even means. What does that mean? Ok on to the next thing.
I ABSOLUTELY CANNOT TAKE ANYMORE XANAX when I feel like shit because it make things a whole lot better, and that means things are probably getting worse.
I'm ready for drastic change. this started with a new conditioner and will probably escalate into other more drastic things that will make the conditioner thing look silly.
lastly, i need to listen to something other than broken social scene albums because, I am starting to judge myself. because, seriously, nothing is good enough to be listened to for two months straight like the way I masturbate that stuff into my ears.
also, how did this chocolate get on my shirt? I didn't even eat chocolate today, except for the cookie thing. oh my god.
also, i dont like people who don't call me back. it's easy. it's like a switch.
the real last thing is that Patrick said I gave a bold and energetic analysis of poetry and gave me an A and told me that I should marry someone beautiful, i made that last part up.
but the real last thing is that i kind of miss the MIT people in Senior House even though I'll miss anyone who is nice to me and that I know I won't see ever again. because it's easy to miss people who like you and who will never have the chance to not like you.
i need to start eating real things for dinner. As in, stop eating ice cream cookie sandwiches and potato chips/funyuns.
i need to stop thinking today is tuesday. or thursday. because, yeah, it's wednesday.
i need to be able to analyze robert frost's "home burial" from a realist perspective and edith wharton's "the other two" from a modernist perspective by first understanding what that even means. What does that mean? Ok on to the next thing.
I ABSOLUTELY CANNOT TAKE ANYMORE XANAX when I feel like shit because it make things a whole lot better, and that means things are probably getting worse.
I'm ready for drastic change. this started with a new conditioner and will probably escalate into other more drastic things that will make the conditioner thing look silly.
lastly, i need to listen to something other than broken social scene albums because, I am starting to judge myself. because, seriously, nothing is good enough to be listened to for two months straight like the way I masturbate that stuff into my ears.
also, how did this chocolate get on my shirt? I didn't even eat chocolate today, except for the cookie thing. oh my god.
also, i dont like people who don't call me back. it's easy. it's like a switch.
the real last thing is that Patrick said I gave a bold and energetic analysis of poetry and gave me an A and told me that I should marry someone beautiful, i made that last part up.
but the real last thing is that i kind of miss the MIT people in Senior House even though I'll miss anyone who is nice to me and that I know I won't see ever again. because it's easy to miss people who like you and who will never have the chance to not like you.