C'est la vie.
I attempted to see An American Haunting last night because I get a sick, masochistic joy out of laughing at un-scary scary movies. That didn’t work, at least partially because the projectionist was an idiot. Also, at least half the people I know (and don’t know) at Eupheme were there to see the same thing, i.e. a blank white screen.
In retrospect, I find my last entry rather pathetically hilarious. Those who know- well, they know. Not every detail of my life belongs in a public forum.
Finals are getting so close. I wonder what happens afterwards. Are we expected to go back home? I can’t do that. Maybe somebody generous will let me go home with them, though I won’t impose myself on anyone. I’ve thought about spending a month overseas. I wouldn’t have very much money, so it couldn’t be a glamourous four week voyage à Paris. Perhaps a backpacking trip in the Pyrénées.
In retrospect, I find my last entry rather pathetically hilarious. Those who know- well, they know. Not every detail of my life belongs in a public forum.
Finals are getting so close. I wonder what happens afterwards. Are we expected to go back home? I can’t do that. Maybe somebody generous will let me go home with them, though I won’t impose myself on anyone. I’ve thought about spending a month overseas. I wouldn’t have very much money, so it couldn’t be a glamourous four week voyage à Paris. Perhaps a backpacking trip in the Pyrénées.