GAAAAAAH!
I am, in the words of the great guru Tiana, chillaxin'. Not by choice, since there is literally nothing to do here, but out of sheer boredom.
It snowed here, like a bitch, and I, like a bitch, complained until it all melted away from the heat of my hateful words. So now everything is soaked and drowning in icy water, including my green shoes, my boots being in Boston. I'm trying to remain in a pleasant mood, but it's difficult with everything that randomly decided to hit me this week. It's even more difficult when my feet have lost all sensation thanks to melting snow and poorly-plowed walkways. We're paying how much for frozen feet? Anyway, I have 140 characters that I kind of know and have to write tomorrow and I'm past the point of caring. I'm learning to laugh at it all, otherwise I'll die of frustration and anxiety and no one wants that, do they?
I think that I've hit the wall. Being away is finally really getting to me, and I'm starting to see why Stephanie left. Spaced out visits aren't doing it for me anymore, so in the time that I've had to myself, I've shifted through several possible majors and minors. But I've come full circle and I'm still keeping with my original plan. Yes, it was a waste of time, but it kept me occupied for a while. It's not as though there were something here that I was neglecting during that interval.
I was, for forty minutes, absolutely inspired by my Japanese teacher and amazed at his insight. Sitting there, in those god-awful wooden seats, I decided that I was going to do something great. That feeling lasted all the way until I stepped out of the door and into yet anoter icy puddle and depressing landscape. I'm wet and not in a good way at all.
So I'm sitting here, in this hard wooden Hamilton chair, wondering why they can't at least afford cushions and why someone would build such an institution on a hill clearly in God's blind spot.
On a side note:
One would think that at 21, one would be able to easily read simple English. I am not single and not interested. Don't call me "sexy," "baby boy," or anything else of that nature.
And don't prey on drunk gay boys in the bathroom, offering to take off their pants and to have them sleep naked with you in your dorm, you fucking pervert.
People here are so skeevy/shady/disgusting... I don't know; pick a word.
It snowed here, like a bitch, and I, like a bitch, complained until it all melted away from the heat of my hateful words. So now everything is soaked and drowning in icy water, including my green shoes, my boots being in Boston. I'm trying to remain in a pleasant mood, but it's difficult with everything that randomly decided to hit me this week. It's even more difficult when my feet have lost all sensation thanks to melting snow and poorly-plowed walkways. We're paying how much for frozen feet? Anyway, I have 140 characters that I kind of know and have to write tomorrow and I'm past the point of caring. I'm learning to laugh at it all, otherwise I'll die of frustration and anxiety and no one wants that, do they?
I think that I've hit the wall. Being away is finally really getting to me, and I'm starting to see why Stephanie left. Spaced out visits aren't doing it for me anymore, so in the time that I've had to myself, I've shifted through several possible majors and minors. But I've come full circle and I'm still keeping with my original plan. Yes, it was a waste of time, but it kept me occupied for a while. It's not as though there were something here that I was neglecting during that interval.
I was, for forty minutes, absolutely inspired by my Japanese teacher and amazed at his insight. Sitting there, in those god-awful wooden seats, I decided that I was going to do something great. That feeling lasted all the way until I stepped out of the door and into yet anoter icy puddle and depressing landscape. I'm wet and not in a good way at all.
So I'm sitting here, in this hard wooden Hamilton chair, wondering why they can't at least afford cushions and why someone would build such an institution on a hill clearly in God's blind spot.
On a side note:
One would think that at 21, one would be able to easily read simple English. I am not single and not interested. Don't call me "sexy," "baby boy," or anything else of that nature.
And don't prey on drunk gay boys in the bathroom, offering to take off their pants and to have them sleep naked with you in your dorm, you fucking pervert.
People here are so skeevy/shady/disgusting... I don't know; pick a word.