Cold at Stanford
"But it's California!" you say. "It's sunny!" you say. That doesn't mean I don't feel cold, outside and inside.
I havn't updated all quarter because I've been busy - IHUM, PWR, O-chem, Intro to ChE, Piano, and Social Dance have kept me pulling all-weekers punctuated by naps. I keep telling myself, well, I have some time to write now, but there's so much I want to say, it'll take a really long time, which I don't have now! So I put it off, and the longer I put it off, the larger chunk of time I think I need to write, and then I realize, I don't have much to say this quarter after all. It's just been... empty.
I suppose there are things that should be very exciting, and that I am excited about, but they don't exactly make me... happy. My friends surprised me very creatively with a "Cutie pi" t-shirt (yes, I'm a dork), I just got a new Sector 9 Cosmic 2 Hossegor longboard (so smooth and fast), I met someone who is as afraid of mirrors as I am (finally!), and after a long long hassle, my laptop (that mysteriously was moved and had water dumped on it while I was sleeping) had almost all its parts replaced (I guess that's both good and bad: was a lot of trouble, but I got a new LCD screen).
You'll see me hugging the t-shirt. You'll see me glowing every time I ride my board. You'll see me hanging out with my friends and playing video games with the "dork squad."
Still, all I want is to go home. Will I be warmer in Minnesota? I don't know. Why is it that whenever I'm at Stanford, I end up just wanting to go home? And it's not to get away from people, this time. It's because it's cold here, and I can't bring myself to care here, and all I do is blindly work, work, work. I hate the cold. I used to crawl in bed and do all my homework in bed during the winter, because it was cold everywhere else. Fundamentally, why do I like drinking? Honestly, because it makes you warm. The weeks ahead are ridiculously busy, and packed with "fun" (and lots of work), but really, I just want to sit under the sun with someone I love and this time, soak up the warmth.
I havn't updated all quarter because I've been busy - IHUM, PWR, O-chem, Intro to ChE, Piano, and Social Dance have kept me pulling all-weekers punctuated by naps. I keep telling myself, well, I have some time to write now, but there's so much I want to say, it'll take a really long time, which I don't have now! So I put it off, and the longer I put it off, the larger chunk of time I think I need to write, and then I realize, I don't have much to say this quarter after all. It's just been... empty.
I suppose there are things that should be very exciting, and that I am excited about, but they don't exactly make me... happy. My friends surprised me very creatively with a "Cutie pi" t-shirt (yes, I'm a dork), I just got a new Sector 9 Cosmic 2 Hossegor longboard (so smooth and fast), I met someone who is as afraid of mirrors as I am (finally!), and after a long long hassle, my laptop (that mysteriously was moved and had water dumped on it while I was sleeping) had almost all its parts replaced (I guess that's both good and bad: was a lot of trouble, but I got a new LCD screen).
You'll see me hugging the t-shirt. You'll see me glowing every time I ride my board. You'll see me hanging out with my friends and playing video games with the "dork squad."
Still, all I want is to go home. Will I be warmer in Minnesota? I don't know. Why is it that whenever I'm at Stanford, I end up just wanting to go home? And it's not to get away from people, this time. It's because it's cold here, and I can't bring myself to care here, and all I do is blindly work, work, work. I hate the cold. I used to crawl in bed and do all my homework in bed during the winter, because it was cold everywhere else. Fundamentally, why do I like drinking? Honestly, because it makes you warm. The weeks ahead are ridiculously busy, and packed with "fun" (and lots of work), but really, I just want to sit under the sun with someone I love and this time, soak up the warmth.