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this semester has been a excercise in stagnancy. that sounds worse than it is, but quite seriously i have done very little outside of school, i rarely leave the house and i haven't developed any new relationships with people, platonic or romantic - but this doesn't bother me so much. i have a sizeable group of close friends, but i miss that feeling of getting to know someone. everyone i have met has been just another blurry face at a party or someone who bums a cigarette and feels obligated to make some conversation. very few new people i meet have anything substantial to say. of course, it could just be my vibrations that turn people off, i don't know.
someone bit my nipple very hard last night and now its sore. i should have just gone home after seeing the moscow state symphony orchestra on campus, but no, i went to one party, and then, when i headed to my friend's the keg was tapped and the cops were waiting at the end of their pseudo-cul-de-sac. if i hadn't gone to the symphony it would have been possibly the worst halloween i've had yet.
it feels as though i'm waiting for something to happen, what, i don't know. perhaps more importantly, i don't know why i'm not changing my life. it basically comes down to my position - half way between discontent and complacency. i have everything i need to survive and so forth but there's just very little refreshing change. i suppose that's all i have to bitch about today, i don't feel like going into how fucked this house is ("only 6 months till i move out" has been my mantra as of late).
i hope you got your rent in on time and you're happier than i am tonight.
someone bit my nipple very hard last night and now its sore. i should have just gone home after seeing the moscow state symphony orchestra on campus, but no, i went to one party, and then, when i headed to my friend's the keg was tapped and the cops were waiting at the end of their pseudo-cul-de-sac. if i hadn't gone to the symphony it would have been possibly the worst halloween i've had yet.
it feels as though i'm waiting for something to happen, what, i don't know. perhaps more importantly, i don't know why i'm not changing my life. it basically comes down to my position - half way between discontent and complacency. i have everything i need to survive and so forth but there's just very little refreshing change. i suppose that's all i have to bitch about today, i don't feel like going into how fucked this house is ("only 6 months till i move out" has been my mantra as of late).
i hope you got your rent in on time and you're happier than i am tonight.