Bitterness and Uncertainty on a Saturday Night
Fuck you, Thomas Hobbes.
I'm procrastinating. It's Saturday night, and I feel like I should be at a party somewhere, losing myself in a giddy crowd of freshmen. Alas, alas, I have a ton of work to do. I should be reading up on classical realism or writing a paper, because last night I decided to do nothing but wander around Boston and then all over campus until 3 in the morning, and today was spent doing laundry and having coffee with a friend from ninth grade. It was quite surreal, but surprisingly not awkward in the least. Tomorrow I will do work. Monday I will have work (I got a job at the campus center) and class, which is just another word for work.
In other news, but still speaking of work, I don't know what I'm going to do with myself after college (or during), and I keep putting off thinking about it, much like I'm putting off thinking about my homework. Bad Naomi. Regardless of what I decide to major in, I'm going to study abroad my junior year, probably in Chile, so that at least is certain.
Something uncertain: My feelings toward E.E. Cummings.
Something more uncertain: Academics in general.
Something most uncertain: Any improvement in my mood before tomorrow.
I'm procrastinating. It's Saturday night, and I feel like I should be at a party somewhere, losing myself in a giddy crowd of freshmen. Alas, alas, I have a ton of work to do. I should be reading up on classical realism or writing a paper, because last night I decided to do nothing but wander around Boston and then all over campus until 3 in the morning, and today was spent doing laundry and having coffee with a friend from ninth grade. It was quite surreal, but surprisingly not awkward in the least. Tomorrow I will do work. Monday I will have work (I got a job at the campus center) and class, which is just another word for work.
In other news, but still speaking of work, I don't know what I'm going to do with myself after college (or during), and I keep putting off thinking about it, much like I'm putting off thinking about my homework. Bad Naomi. Regardless of what I decide to major in, I'm going to study abroad my junior year, probably in Chile, so that at least is certain.
Something uncertain: My feelings toward E.E. Cummings.
Something more uncertain: Academics in general.
Something most uncertain: Any improvement in my mood before tomorrow.