So, does Sherlock Holmes exist or not?
Yes, christ he exists. I spent an hour with my philosophy professor making that abundantly clear, but also distinguishing him from the reality of Descartes and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I managed to argue my B+ up to an A- with that hour. God, I'm fucking hardcore.
So I've been real great about updating this journal for the past couple months. I think it's all a matter of me trying to find a balance between the tomfoolery of my typical evening and the nagging pangs of longing for old friends, and completely failing. I'm usually staring at a blank screen on my computer, paralyzed to satiate either my sense of adventure or my nostalgia. I'm not even going to try and promise to be more faithful to one or the other. You'll just have to bear with me.
Midterms are this week and next. So far they haven't been difficult, but Religion's looking to fix that. I might sacrifice my Wednesday night bender to study, but you better believe I'll drink twice as hard on Friday night. And that's essentially my college life: all the academics I can cram between being shitfaced. It's actually a good system, kind of an incentive program. Makes the weeks fly by.
For me, college has been so polar. I'm in a large group of friends but more alienated than I've ever been. It's more challenging than high school, but I find a lot more free time on my hands here. I'm enjoying every thing here, but I've been effectively emasculated over the past couple of weeks. There's a hedonism here that I just can't be a part of if I try. So while every one seems to be caught up in the beauty of the no frills hook up, I pretty much fail to present any kind of incentive. I'm not aggressive, which manifests itself as uninterested. I'd like to say I'm out of my element, but looking back I notice no element out of which to be. My success with the opposite sex has always been more fortune than particular prowess. And I'm not bitching; any failings there are a fault of my own. I don't know how to come off to anyone, I can't control it.
Anyhoo, I visited my sister in Chicago this weekend rather than come home. I'm extremely happy I did; I hadn't seen her in a while and had a great time. Her boyfriend/apartment/job/cat are all cool (that fucking cat actually isn't all that cool). We were awesome for most of the weekend, but I did manage to see I <3 Huckabees and buy about 12 cds. I wrote a five page paper too. Aint that some shit. It was such a welcome change of pace from class. Everything was just fantastic except the hipster party we went to on Friday night. It was a five dollar cover for one keg, which filled fucking dixie cups. The attendants all looked the same: tight jeans, inappropriately fancy shoes, clashing blazer covering a "vintage" t-shirt and the mandatory mop of hair. I thought to myself if this is the standard for after college parties, I'll kill myself the day I graduate. Fortunately, the cops came to fuck shit up. Unfortunately, I was carrying a dimebag. Luckily, we narrowly escaped. There was much rejoicing.
Otherwise, it's raining and smells wonderful outside. I'm going to go study before the debates (god the last one sucked balls didn't it?). I'm also going to try and send out postcards to everyone. Just give me your address at college if you want one, or I'll find it somewheres. Trust me, it will be fucking worth it.
Oh yeah, the haul:
S/T demo by Roma 79
Get Saved by Pilot to Gunner
Oxeneers or the Lion Sleeps when his Antelope Go Home by These Arms are Snakes
Bitches Ain't Shit but Good People by Hella
The Truth by Traindodge
Kind of Blue by Miles Davis
Leviathan by Mastodon
S/T by Engine Down
Wonderful Rainbow by Lightning Bolt
Cupid's Cactus by Fuck
Can't Buy a Thrill by Steely Dan
Now Here is Nowhere by Secret Machines
The Elephant Riders by Clutch
Funcrusher Plus by Company Flow
The Cold Vein by Cannibal Ox
IV by The Fucking Champs
All The Young Dudes by Mott the Hoople
Curses, Spells, Voodoo, Mooses by Shudder to Think
Vagabond by Valina
S/T by Red House Painters
Offcell by Pinback
Witch Season by The Court & Spark
Dead Diamond River by The Court & Spark
Subject to Change Without Notice by Keelhaul
Deltron 3030 by Del Tha Funky Homosapien
So I've been real great about updating this journal for the past couple months. I think it's all a matter of me trying to find a balance between the tomfoolery of my typical evening and the nagging pangs of longing for old friends, and completely failing. I'm usually staring at a blank screen on my computer, paralyzed to satiate either my sense of adventure or my nostalgia. I'm not even going to try and promise to be more faithful to one or the other. You'll just have to bear with me.
Midterms are this week and next. So far they haven't been difficult, but Religion's looking to fix that. I might sacrifice my Wednesday night bender to study, but you better believe I'll drink twice as hard on Friday night. And that's essentially my college life: all the academics I can cram between being shitfaced. It's actually a good system, kind of an incentive program. Makes the weeks fly by.
For me, college has been so polar. I'm in a large group of friends but more alienated than I've ever been. It's more challenging than high school, but I find a lot more free time on my hands here. I'm enjoying every thing here, but I've been effectively emasculated over the past couple of weeks. There's a hedonism here that I just can't be a part of if I try. So while every one seems to be caught up in the beauty of the no frills hook up, I pretty much fail to present any kind of incentive. I'm not aggressive, which manifests itself as uninterested. I'd like to say I'm out of my element, but looking back I notice no element out of which to be. My success with the opposite sex has always been more fortune than particular prowess. And I'm not bitching; any failings there are a fault of my own. I don't know how to come off to anyone, I can't control it.
Anyhoo, I visited my sister in Chicago this weekend rather than come home. I'm extremely happy I did; I hadn't seen her in a while and had a great time. Her boyfriend/apartment/job/cat are all cool (that fucking cat actually isn't all that cool). We were awesome for most of the weekend, but I did manage to see I <3 Huckabees and buy about 12 cds. I wrote a five page paper too. Aint that some shit. It was such a welcome change of pace from class. Everything was just fantastic except the hipster party we went to on Friday night. It was a five dollar cover for one keg, which filled fucking dixie cups. The attendants all looked the same: tight jeans, inappropriately fancy shoes, clashing blazer covering a "vintage" t-shirt and the mandatory mop of hair. I thought to myself if this is the standard for after college parties, I'll kill myself the day I graduate. Fortunately, the cops came to fuck shit up. Unfortunately, I was carrying a dimebag. Luckily, we narrowly escaped. There was much rejoicing.
Otherwise, it's raining and smells wonderful outside. I'm going to go study before the debates (god the last one sucked balls didn't it?). I'm also going to try and send out postcards to everyone. Just give me your address at college if you want one, or I'll find it somewheres. Trust me, it will be fucking worth it.
Oh yeah, the haul:
S/T demo by Roma 79
Get Saved by Pilot to Gunner
Oxeneers or the Lion Sleeps when his Antelope Go Home by These Arms are Snakes
Bitches Ain't Shit but Good People by Hella
The Truth by Traindodge
Kind of Blue by Miles Davis
Leviathan by Mastodon
S/T by Engine Down
Wonderful Rainbow by Lightning Bolt
Cupid's Cactus by Fuck
Can't Buy a Thrill by Steely Dan
Now Here is Nowhere by Secret Machines
The Elephant Riders by Clutch
Funcrusher Plus by Company Flow
The Cold Vein by Cannibal Ox
IV by The Fucking Champs
All The Young Dudes by Mott the Hoople
Curses, Spells, Voodoo, Mooses by Shudder to Think
Vagabond by Valina
S/T by Red House Painters
Offcell by Pinback
Witch Season by The Court & Spark
Dead Diamond River by The Court & Spark
Subject to Change Without Notice by Keelhaul
Deltron 3030 by Del Tha Funky Homosapien