Hate. Hate. Hate.
I've done a lot this week, learned a lot this week.
I had my one year anniversary with my love.
I learned what I could and could not eat in French Restaurants. I learned I do not like shrimp bisque and I do like quail.
I had sushi with Cameron, with Cameron and Marcel, and with Cameron, Steven, and Tim. I had a lot of Tuna Avocado Rolls. They were delicious and I will miss them dearly.
I watched two new movies: The Darjeeling Limited and Eastern Promises. Both were good, Cronenberg's was slightly better of course.
I learned that my relatives would sympathize with me about college, but that they would not condone me leaving it.
I watched Freaks and assured one more person of its brilliance.
I made love, tons.
I learned that my father's skin cancer is, for now, benign. Thankfully.
I played Pokemon Gold, which I hope to continue in doing, despite the ridicule it might bring me. It's more fun than talking to assholes anyway.
Tomorrow I go back to my little shit-hole. Vassar. That big named, egotistical, pretentious douchebag of a school. The place that deprives me of sleep, food, love, and comfort. The place that leaves me exhausted, emaciated, hateful, and wretched. The place that takes all of my humanity, that defies and infuriates my very soul. It keeps me away from everything I love, and anything I have to hold onto is shunned.
I hate it, but because it's a big name, because it's pretty, because the courses are nice and the teachers and students hide their teeth (for now), I must stay, and rot.
I'll never be allowed to leave that trap. Even if I wanted to transfer, I'm sure my parents wouldn't let me. But Vassar is so much better. I like Vassar. Vassar isn't so bad.
Every minute that I'm there I go a little more insane.
I had my one year anniversary with my love.
I learned what I could and could not eat in French Restaurants. I learned I do not like shrimp bisque and I do like quail.
I had sushi with Cameron, with Cameron and Marcel, and with Cameron, Steven, and Tim. I had a lot of Tuna Avocado Rolls. They were delicious and I will miss them dearly.
I watched two new movies: The Darjeeling Limited and Eastern Promises. Both were good, Cronenberg's was slightly better of course.
I learned that my relatives would sympathize with me about college, but that they would not condone me leaving it.
I watched Freaks and assured one more person of its brilliance.
I made love, tons.
I learned that my father's skin cancer is, for now, benign. Thankfully.
I played Pokemon Gold, which I hope to continue in doing, despite the ridicule it might bring me. It's more fun than talking to assholes anyway.
Tomorrow I go back to my little shit-hole. Vassar. That big named, egotistical, pretentious douchebag of a school. The place that deprives me of sleep, food, love, and comfort. The place that leaves me exhausted, emaciated, hateful, and wretched. The place that takes all of my humanity, that defies and infuriates my very soul. It keeps me away from everything I love, and anything I have to hold onto is shunned.
I hate it, but because it's a big name, because it's pretty, because the courses are nice and the teachers and students hide their teeth (for now), I must stay, and rot.
I'll never be allowed to leave that trap. Even if I wanted to transfer, I'm sure my parents wouldn't let me. But Vassar is so much better. I like Vassar. Vassar isn't so bad.
Every minute that I'm there I go a little more insane.