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[Dec. 1st, 2007|02:36 pm] |
"He is the half part of a blessed man,
Left to be unfinished by such as she,
And she a fair divided excellence,
Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.
O, two such silver currents, when they join
Do glorify the banks that bound them in"
- King John II
ah, so beautiful. it describes precisely what i want right now. what are they called again...? oh yeah, a relationship! and i don't mean with my hand. heh. sorry about that. i promise there will be no more over-used jokes from me until the next entry. anyway, i want a damned relationship! URGH! my friends constantly insist on talking about their lacking love lives, but i never join in on their rants because i don't like to complain. however, since this is a journal, i'll do all the complaining i want.
along with feeling a tad empty i have also been cursed with missing high school. oh god. i never thought i would, but i do. mr. wood, my creepy and touchy english teacher, and his false facts, writing stories and sharing them with my peers in writer's craft, having people to talk to in every class are just a few things i took advantage of while there. in high school, reading shakespearean plays was one of those things i would groan about, just because my english teachers would analyze every word of the play until our eyes and ears bled. but now, after reading some what seems like ancient assignments for my past english classes, i miss studying shakespeare's plays and assigned books i would never read. oh well. hopefully university gets better. it seems as though everything in univserity is so impersonal. the only real way one can meet people is if they live on campus, and forming a connection with a professor is nearly impossible because the classes are gargantuan. i'm shy too, so socializing is not exactly easy for me.
in my film tutorial last week, we had to get into groups. i sort of converse with this one person in that class (i say 'sort of' because when he talks to me i'm too intimidated to reply to him; he has a lot of friends and is rather articulate) so i was in a group with him and two other guys. each group received a card from the TA with a question on it that everyone in the group had to answer. when the people in the group asked me the question, i looked at the ground for a couple of seconds and said, "i don't know." i'm sure they wondered how i got into university.
when i'm with people i don't really know, i can't answer questions on the spot. there's too much pressure. when i'm with friends, it's the exact opposite. i guess it's like that for all us shy folks, though. we're more comfortable and not afraid of sounding moronic around people we can trust.
anyway, here are some presents pour vouz because i've tortured you with this long and dull entry..
i. falling into the sky - great lake swimmers
ii. beauties can die - m83
iii. gently as she goes - robin penn-wright
'gently as she goes' is from beowulf, which in my opinion was bitchin'.
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[Nov. 30th, 2007|12:38 pm] |
today i stenciled a god is an astronaut t-shirt instead of studying for my sociology test.
ugh. i. loathe. my. incability. to. get. important. things. done.
on a less woe is me note: i am babysitting tonight and tomorrow night. that means i get lots of money. well, sort of. it's enough money to buy christmas presents.
my cat banged his head a couple of minutes ago and now he seems sort of dopey. poor dear. it's not the first time that's happened. ohh noo. one time i was playing with him and he ran right into my doorway. after that, he didn't feel so much like chasing me any more.
anyway, sam invited me over to this place next thursday. should i go? i'm not sure. my friend likes him, and i don't know ... i asked her if it was okay if i went and she said it was fine. but, after i asked her, she was distant and didn't say anything to me. i don't think i will go. it doesn't seem right. he asked me if i wanted to see a movie once, but i couldn't. he hasn't asked her to do anything with him. i don't know what that means, or if it even means anything.
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