the daily randoms
un) Every now and again it strikes me that living in a hotel room is odd. I miss the space of my room and living room sometimes, but then I remember that I have an entire city to chill in. That's spacious.
deux) If my MacBook had a sketchpad, I'd draw an image. Good thing it doesn't. I'll describe my metaphor: Remember the bio lab in which potato pieces are submerged in sucrose solutions of varying concentrations, the end result being that they absorb more water depending on the concentration, etc etc? Well, I'm a potato cell and my surroundings are the solution. However, the solution of McGill/Montreal--composed of fantasticness-- is hypertonic to my potato self--composed of lame --such that the fantasticness is being denied access as i eminate lame while simultaneously withering away.
.....yuck....
So what I'm trying to say is, this new and beautiful college environment isn't the solution to any issues that I said I'd overcome for.....the past forever? As always, I'm the only one that can change myself, so, reverse the osmotic concentrations. And it's muchly harder than letting college do it for me. hah.
Trois) I. Need. To. Stop. Skipping. Classes. And. Start. Working. Though in all honesty, classes aren't important. At least for this year (...yay intro courses), most of the learning is done by yo self. Going to class just eases the guilt factor and provides a mile of extra walking a day :].
Das all folks :]
Ps. dunc im too lazy (bad habit numero uno) to click like twice in two different places for the purpose of making this comment ON your post, but that night sounded fun and that sangria sounded super-dee delishioso
deux) If my MacBook had a sketchpad, I'd draw an image. Good thing it doesn't. I'll describe my metaphor: Remember the bio lab in which potato pieces are submerged in sucrose solutions of varying concentrations, the end result being that they absorb more water depending on the concentration, etc etc? Well, I'm a potato cell and my surroundings are the solution. However, the solution of McGill/Montreal--composed of fantasticness-- is hypertonic to my potato self--composed of lame --such that the fantasticness is being denied access as i eminate lame while simultaneously withering away.
.....yuck....
So what I'm trying to say is, this new and beautiful college environment isn't the solution to any issues that I said I'd overcome for.....the past forever? As always, I'm the only one that can change myself, so, reverse the osmotic concentrations. And it's muchly harder than letting college do it for me. hah.
Trois) I. Need. To. Stop. Skipping. Classes. And. Start. Working. Though in all honesty, classes aren't important. At least for this year (...yay intro courses), most of the learning is done by yo self. Going to class just eases the guilt factor and provides a mile of extra walking a day :].
Das all folks :]
Ps. dunc im too lazy (bad habit numero uno) to click like twice in two different places for the purpose of making this comment ON your post, but that night sounded fun and that sangria sounded super-dee delishioso