No one'll ever notice if I keep my mouth shut tight, tight, tight.

I would really like to be able to take Spring Break early. This week is going to be hell, and I'm already starting to burn out.

First weekend I've gone out drinking two nights in a row. Um...good thing I hardly had anything. Everyone else was really gone, or really sick, or likely both. But I tend to sleep better after two or three drinks, and Mike's and Pepperming Schnapps are both heavenly, so it was worth doing even if I left all my huge load of homework till today.

Such is life.

People, as good as they are, are shitheads. I'm not saying that's such a horrible thing, and it's not meant to be insulting because I'm sure I certainly am, but it's true. There is too much crap going on; I just want out.

Too much crap has gone on; I just want out.

The more I enjoy my friends the more I appreciate being alone.

People should let me know if they have any...

...Interpol
Blue Merle
the Shins
Leitur
Bjork
Kings of Convenience
Kasabian
the Stills
the Mars Volta
Donovan Frankenreiter
Guster (not Keep it Together)
Snow Patrol
Sparta
the Cure
Phish (not A Picture of Nectar)
the Features
the Flaming Lips (not Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots)
Velvet Revolver
or the Strokes (not their first one)

...so we can swap some m-izz-uzac.

god damn.

I just got the first non-A on a paper since senior year. It was a C, and late, so a D+.

I hate the assignments in which you're supposed to write about something you will be experiencing. There's NO FUCKING THING TO SAY. I'm volunteering at a domestic abuse counseling center called Someplace Safe, and we had to do a pre-service assignment:

I hadn't met my director, I hadn't talked to anyone about what I would be doing (there was a short synopsis when we signed up, but it was a few things that a group of interns would split up between themselves. So, basically, I had no real idea of what I was going to be doing.

One of the things we were supposed to consider in the paper was how what we had done in class related to the project...not only had we done anything other than vaguely define the term "sociological imagination", which means considering all aspects of a sociological event objectively (which could just be called "critical thinking"...but then, I'm sure that no one's familiar with that term), but we also hadn't done anything for the actual project yet.

"Relate the intro chapter we've read to the project you haven't done and have hardly defined."

AND THEN! AND THEN!

And then she asks us to envision applying our sociological imaginations to the assignment!

How the FUCK are you supposed to write that?

ARGH!

The Other Side

I don't much like thinking these days. I like people, and I like eating, and sleeping, reading, listening to music...but thinking is rough.

I think I've lost sight of what I'm doing here, sort of. Owch. Thinking.

Je ne suis pas enchante.

Or maybe just dissapointed. Oh well, I'll just drown in coffee, then. It's damn good coffee, so it won't be that bad.

Ahhh....the weekend.

This was a very casual week, but I think it only felt that way because I was very lazy.

My back is killing me.

Busy weekend ahead. Lots of reading and Statistics and movie watching and everything.

I wonder if I'll ever stop thinking of things in terms of what would have been.

Happy Valentines Day, everybody. I hope it's as good for you as it's made out to be :)

Wouldn't that be something, eh?

When I get out of the pool I can't see straight

from all the chlorine. I wish they'd find my goddamn goggles.

Things are good...I'm still consolidating music into a master list for mixes. Well, at least a mostly-master mix for mixes.

I've found some really cheap, organic, and fucking brutally delicious chips at Colburns.

I got the Frou Frou CD, I just have to pick it up, which I should do today.

My dad got me an 80gig external hard drive that I get at Spring Break (YUSSS!).

Umm...I really like my dorm.

Oh, and there's a slight chance I'm living off-campus with some friends next year if the RA application falls through.

Life is good, if a little not-whole, but I bet that's just college. I doubt I'd bother going if I didn't feel a little empty.

Status quo it is, then.

If you want to feel guilty (I don't know, some people are wierd), watch Better Luck Tomorrow. It's quite a puzzler, with a good ending. Good, as in not happy, necessarily, but cathartic.

I'm back to staying up late and napping. Fine with me: it feels healthy. Also, the coolest people in our dorm are generally night-people.

I'll have your mixes ready soon; I'm working on the classical selections in.