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The other day was movie night and we saw Requiem for a Dream (title?). That was definitely a novel experience. I don't think I'll ever try heroin or cocaine now...not that I was thinking about doing it anyway. *cough* Haha. I would recommend watching it to everyone, but the movie certainly wouldn't appeal to squeamish folk...and although I found it a bit hyperbolic and maybe even unsubstantiated, it does strike a chord... I can't say that I actually know what the life of a drug addict may be like, but I've seen one or two HBO and Discovery Health Channel documentaries to say that I can begin to understand the lonely, frantic existence of someone constantly looking for a fix. ah, life. I have to be grateful for everything I have when I think about what others go through.
Right now I am trying (emphasis) to get through my lab report. I haven't seen a decent night's rest in a while. Oh Sleep, you elusive creature. Tomorrow is my econ test...and my lab...and my paper on Rwandan genocide is due. I hate procrastinating. I keep promising myself it won't happen, but it does. I can only dream of the moment when I come home after the conclusion of a long day and wrap myself up in my pink pin-stripe sheets and lay the comforter over my head.
Talked to my sister today. I love her.
And I'm so homesick it hurts.
I called Ivan the other day. Lots of things were cleared up, and we actually had a pleasant chat. And it was good to know we can still talk. Nonetheless it's still sad, the way all great things seem so ephemeral. Once we have what we want it seems so palpable, so tangible. But once it's gone it's like the retreating bliss of a beautiful dream. You question whether you even exist at that point, or whether the moments lived were real.
Am I bordering existentialism? Probably.
I wonder...if people know they're not going to get married to one another(either because they feel they're too young or whatever reason)why even date? For guys the reason seems much easier: sex. But for a female, it's a bit more complicated.
But...it beats boredom. Anything beats boredom. I think Dostoyevsky had it right when he described boredom as “a bestial and indefinable affliction”.
I need to go finish my paper.
Right now I am trying (emphasis) to get through my lab report. I haven't seen a decent night's rest in a while. Oh Sleep, you elusive creature. Tomorrow is my econ test...and my lab...and my paper on Rwandan genocide is due. I hate procrastinating. I keep promising myself it won't happen, but it does. I can only dream of the moment when I come home after the conclusion of a long day and wrap myself up in my pink pin-stripe sheets and lay the comforter over my head.
Talked to my sister today. I love her.
And I'm so homesick it hurts.
I called Ivan the other day. Lots of things were cleared up, and we actually had a pleasant chat. And it was good to know we can still talk. Nonetheless it's still sad, the way all great things seem so ephemeral. Once we have what we want it seems so palpable, so tangible. But once it's gone it's like the retreating bliss of a beautiful dream. You question whether you even exist at that point, or whether the moments lived were real.
Am I bordering existentialism? Probably.
I wonder...if people know they're not going to get married to one another(either because they feel they're too young or whatever reason)why even date? For guys the reason seems much easier: sex. But for a female, it's a bit more complicated.
But...it beats boredom. Anything beats boredom. I think Dostoyevsky had it right when he described boredom as “a bestial and indefinable affliction”.
I need to go finish my paper.