Whoa!
so i decided that it's been far too long since i've written anything in this.
college is almost over, and for the most part, my first year was easy, too easy in fact. now i'm not saying that i didn't enjoy it because nothing could be farther from the truth. i don't know, maybe i just expected it to be different. maybe i expected to come out of it a completely different person. what i did come out of this year with is a good number of stories. i like telling stories, they make me feel important.
another things this year introduced me to is a great deal of new friends, which i always like. beyond that they're just great people. i kind of measure a man by the amount and quality of his friends. i mean one of the real tragedies in gatsby was that not a soul came to his funeral, just god and nick. for all the huge parties he would throw, and for all the people that came, no one cared enough to go to his funeral. it really bothered me. well as much as any piece of fiction can bother a person. but now we're off topic*
i'm starting to go crazy. i'll be walking and i'll hear someone whisper my voice, and i stop to look around, but the only thing that is there are a bunch of confused students angry at my disruption of pedestrian traffic. this has happened a good number of times this semester.i welcome it though. i've always seen romantics and delusionals to be very similar. and where as i could off about that, i won't.
i still want to change the world. a far too common goal for everyone my age i guess. i just worry that i won't want to some day. like it will take a backseat to paying my mortgage. i worry a lot about what i'm going to be like when i'm older. when i was younger my greatest fear was turning into my parents. why am i allowed to use the phrase "when i was younger", i'm only nineteen years old. at this rate i will be the most nostalgic old man ever.
i cannot wait for this summer. and whereas this has been my attitude going into every summer, i always mean it. there's something great about the summer, so much prospect. i know though that it won't be the same. i said last summer that we are and always will be a good thing. i still mean that, i still believe that, it just seems like no one else does. anyway, this is my open invitation for everyone to show up at my house whenever they want this summer. and you know what, if i'm not there, and you have enough time on your hands: go in, hang out, grab yourself a snapple. i would love for my house to have that sort of an atmosphere, like a commune.
oh by the way:
you should come.
have a good night,
greg
*there is no topic
college is almost over, and for the most part, my first year was easy, too easy in fact. now i'm not saying that i didn't enjoy it because nothing could be farther from the truth. i don't know, maybe i just expected it to be different. maybe i expected to come out of it a completely different person. what i did come out of this year with is a good number of stories. i like telling stories, they make me feel important.
another things this year introduced me to is a great deal of new friends, which i always like. beyond that they're just great people. i kind of measure a man by the amount and quality of his friends. i mean one of the real tragedies in gatsby was that not a soul came to his funeral, just god and nick. for all the huge parties he would throw, and for all the people that came, no one cared enough to go to his funeral. it really bothered me. well as much as any piece of fiction can bother a person. but now we're off topic*
i'm starting to go crazy. i'll be walking and i'll hear someone whisper my voice, and i stop to look around, but the only thing that is there are a bunch of confused students angry at my disruption of pedestrian traffic. this has happened a good number of times this semester.i welcome it though. i've always seen romantics and delusionals to be very similar. and where as i could off about that, i won't.
i still want to change the world. a far too common goal for everyone my age i guess. i just worry that i won't want to some day. like it will take a backseat to paying my mortgage. i worry a lot about what i'm going to be like when i'm older. when i was younger my greatest fear was turning into my parents. why am i allowed to use the phrase "when i was younger", i'm only nineteen years old. at this rate i will be the most nostalgic old man ever.
i cannot wait for this summer. and whereas this has been my attitude going into every summer, i always mean it. there's something great about the summer, so much prospect. i know though that it won't be the same. i said last summer that we are and always will be a good thing. i still mean that, i still believe that, it just seems like no one else does. anyway, this is my open invitation for everyone to show up at my house whenever they want this summer. and you know what, if i'm not there, and you have enough time on your hands: go in, hang out, grab yourself a snapple. i would love for my house to have that sort of an atmosphere, like a commune.
oh by the way:
you should come.
have a good night,
greg
*there is no topic