sleepy
Today was better. Am still lost in the immensity-one m or two?-of this place. I suppose that it's only when one is put in a position like this, of being an alien in an alien place, of being completely alone facing it all, that one can really get a clear picture their self. I spent the entire day on walkabout, because it takes a whole day here, instead of the comfortable, easy going fifteen minutes at corning. I am weaker than I want to be, too tough for my own good, and more sentimental than I ever realized. I get dizzy when I look up at some of the buildings on this campus. Some of my classes are in those buildings. Still no roommate. The problem is that I'm getting used to it now and when he gets here it'll be even harder for me to adjust. I planted myself in one of the lounges on my floor with the hope that someone would approach me. Ended up talking to one of my floormates for about twenty five minutes about whatever, books, majors, the stale routine of going to bars and doing the same things and how to avoid it. Apparently governors is nicknamed the dork dorms. Works for me. I miss my cat. His witty face, his obscene verve and his claws raking across my hand. I can't wait for classes to start. It's like this is some weird camp. Everyone's coming in with these giant crates of crap. I came with three bags. It's easy to forget we're all here to go to classes. Am still too crippled by fear to actually drive off campus to walmart, wegmans, barnes and noble, wherever. This place exhausts me. I can have a friendly twenty five minute conversation with a stranger, but that doesn't make me any less of a recluse. There's an anime club on campus. Tell me when it starts up and where it is and I'm there. Give me something familiar that isn't a book. Give me something to make this place feel something like home. I miss whiskey and cooking. Next semester I take an appartment. I will expand my mind to fill the immensity of this place. Eventually. And...I...I want...Iwantanipodtoo....there I said it. I feel so common. You bastards. Rather have a gameboy though. My lack of grammar disturbs me. Stupid celine and his stupid style infecting me...I hope the cat's doing okay without me. I know he worries.
The new aim sn is zeitgeist2501. Because I've developed a taste for irony, but haven't broken myself of coming up with daft, ponsy superhero names to call myself, for any interested parties. If there are any out there. Interested or otherwise.
~D
The new aim sn is zeitgeist2501. Because I've developed a taste for irony, but haven't broken myself of coming up with daft, ponsy superhero names to call myself, for any interested parties. If there are any out there. Interested or otherwise.
~D