Oct 04, 2003 02:14
Feeling harrassed. It's windier than I ever imagined. Have the appearance of one who has been stranded in the Atlantic for six weeks. Timetable has been very vague this year. I know the music dept. crowd are the resident hippies of the college but usually one strand of certainty can be teased out of the vast cloudy abyss.
As you may have guessed, I have resumed my role of society's lapdog and am applying for grants galore. The world is a windy place while one is half-heartedly searching for foreign lecture theatres and my lips are chapped to a slutty shade of crimson. Immune system is at all time low. Was struck by ironic flu on my merrrrrry way to campus GP's office to have the congealed blood in my ankle checked out. Austin my gay housemate forcefed me soup and dairymilk chocolate all week while I played out the demanding patient routine and cried for my girlfriend. Spent hours on the phone to her this week. I am truly miserable. Week one was too much of an ordeal to relive, apart from last night when I glugged down surplus alcohol and sang along to the Beatles and the Dixie Chicks.
Oh woe is me..........