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I'm going to bitch about my life for a while, with Italics
More and more I get the feeling that everyone that I work around, except ted, dislike me on some level. I don't know what to do about this, though I try all the time. I need something more out of my life. I can no longer bring myself to work on school work. There is no way for me to acheive productivity in life. sometimes I think I should kill myself, but that obviously doesn't make any sense. It's not that I don't enjoy life, but I have to get away from this place. I have to get away from wooster, from my life here. I spend many nights out wandering. I'm looking for something, the sort of person who enjoys tea, and long conversations about nothing. I keep on reading about people like this in these russian novels... But, they do not seem to exist at wooster, something which I find disappointing. I'm listening to the Cd of pre-gregorian chants that kevin gave me, It's good, but not exceptionally moving. Kevin enjoys these things, I think, but he is not here.
Wooster has a coffee house, I should spend more time there... this friday night is relay for life, so I don't know if I will be anyone will be at the coffee house, I need more social interaction then the confines of the cafeteria can provide. I managed to have an interesting conversation with someone who's name I never asked after the lecture I went to monday night.
More and more I get the feeling that everyone that I work around, except ted, dislike me on some level. I don't know what to do about this, though I try all the time. I need something more out of my life. I can no longer bring myself to work on school work. There is no way for me to acheive productivity in life. sometimes I think I should kill myself, but that obviously doesn't make any sense. It's not that I don't enjoy life, but I have to get away from this place. I have to get away from wooster, from my life here. I spend many nights out wandering. I'm looking for something, the sort of person who enjoys tea, and long conversations about nothing. I keep on reading about people like this in these russian novels... But, they do not seem to exist at wooster, something which I find disappointing. I'm listening to the Cd of pre-gregorian chants that kevin gave me, It's good, but not exceptionally moving. Kevin enjoys these things, I think, but he is not here.
Wooster has a coffee house, I should spend more time there... this friday night is relay for life, so I don't know if I will be anyone will be at the coffee house, I need more social interaction then the confines of the cafeteria can provide. I managed to have an interesting conversation with someone who's name I never asked after the lecture I went to monday night.