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I care for Academics.
This is strange.
I just finished reading a book for class. It's 2am. I had an 8am this morning. I'm tired as fuck. But I did it.
I don't know why. I explained it once as my closeness with death these last few weeks. I guess it was to keep myself busy, but maybe it's also because a lot of this stuff isn't as terrible as I once pretended.
It's not all bullshit. A lot it is. But I lot of it's interesting. I like learning about Tristan and Iseult, Functionalist Sociology, Quantum Mechanics, and the effects of Education Tourism. I love being on the radio. I love being in a student-run play.
I love D.C.
I look at this all as training. Intelligence that will help me write or direct or act or film or whatever. It will all amount to something. I have no desire to give up on the dream. But you have to bide your time.
I'm staying at George Washington. It's a great school and I have great people. I'm taking it for granted.
I have played Jew v Christian ultimate frisbee followed by Spud, only 200 feet away from the Washington Monument. I took an impromtu walk to the really far away Capitol Building. I became an urban explorer with a few friends, discovering a socialist book store, getting a tour of the Church of Scientology, and getting pictures taken in front of the International Headquarters of the Freemasons.
It's becoming better for me. Kirk even seems happier! I'm looking for a female companion, but not too hard. I miss everyone from home, but I know I'll see them again. Very Soon.
Life, eh?
I wonder how I ever got up the courage to fly last semester. I just remember going for my one run near the monuments a few days before, and running down the darkened stretch next to the reflection pool, towards the World War II Memorial. And I knew that in two days I would make one of the biggest moves of my entire life. A symbolic move. And as I ran, the music hit beat, and I moved faster. And all alone in the middle of the heart of America, I outstretched my arms and for the first time in my life, wished to God I could fly. That I could leap and soar. Most wish as a child, but the thought never came then. It felt like I couldn't be stopped by anyone in the world. And I wasn't.
I'll never forget that.
Such an interesting time in my life driven by true passion, love and growing up.
I've grown up so much since high school. It's weird to say, but it's true.
Home.
It slips up all the time. I call my dorm my home. I slip up all the time.
When do common mistakes become common truths?
It's late.
I need some sleep.
Or good conversation with friends before sleep.
Goodnight world.
From the district, signing off.
-Travis
This is strange.
I just finished reading a book for class. It's 2am. I had an 8am this morning. I'm tired as fuck. But I did it.
I don't know why. I explained it once as my closeness with death these last few weeks. I guess it was to keep myself busy, but maybe it's also because a lot of this stuff isn't as terrible as I once pretended.
It's not all bullshit. A lot it is. But I lot of it's interesting. I like learning about Tristan and Iseult, Functionalist Sociology, Quantum Mechanics, and the effects of Education Tourism. I love being on the radio. I love being in a student-run play.
I love D.C.
I look at this all as training. Intelligence that will help me write or direct or act or film or whatever. It will all amount to something. I have no desire to give up on the dream. But you have to bide your time.
I'm staying at George Washington. It's a great school and I have great people. I'm taking it for granted.
I have played Jew v Christian ultimate frisbee followed by Spud, only 200 feet away from the Washington Monument. I took an impromtu walk to the really far away Capitol Building. I became an urban explorer with a few friends, discovering a socialist book store, getting a tour of the Church of Scientology, and getting pictures taken in front of the International Headquarters of the Freemasons.
It's becoming better for me. Kirk even seems happier! I'm looking for a female companion, but not too hard. I miss everyone from home, but I know I'll see them again. Very Soon.
Life, eh?
I wonder how I ever got up the courage to fly last semester. I just remember going for my one run near the monuments a few days before, and running down the darkened stretch next to the reflection pool, towards the World War II Memorial. And I knew that in two days I would make one of the biggest moves of my entire life. A symbolic move. And as I ran, the music hit beat, and I moved faster. And all alone in the middle of the heart of America, I outstretched my arms and for the first time in my life, wished to God I could fly. That I could leap and soar. Most wish as a child, but the thought never came then. It felt like I couldn't be stopped by anyone in the world. And I wasn't.
I'll never forget that.
Such an interesting time in my life driven by true passion, love and growing up.
I've grown up so much since high school. It's weird to say, but it's true.
Home.
It slips up all the time. I call my dorm my home. I slip up all the time.
When do common mistakes become common truths?
It's late.
I need some sleep.
Or good conversation with friends before sleep.
Goodnight world.
From the district, signing off.
-Travis