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You know, I don't think I believe that a positive romantic interaction could ever occur; it just isn't something that exists. Oh, the angst...god, I'm a fool.
And since I'm feeling lethargic and idiotic, I'm giving you a scant update in garbled English (Newspeak? Heh.): work-good; habits-not so good; friends-okay; social interactions-even more not so good.
People left for TA today?
Last night was the Java Jive's last night. Stayed there until about 2:30 a.m., simply watching the people and thinking over all of the things that have taken place there in the past three years. I met a girl, I forget her name, but she knew me through Bruce, Tim, and Erica...which is not good. I'm sure she has a beautiful picture of me in her head, one that I probably encouraged in my inarticulate, spacy, meloncholy state. The shop closing functioned exactly like the rest of my life at present: something that makes you happy being taken away, falling apart, leaving you feeling helpless, but everyone just gets high and pretends that it's all going to be all right.
Do you ever feel like you're living only for the sake of not dying?