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I believe that it is a requirement of college to be tired all of the time. Seriously. Everyone I talk to is lik "SLEEEEPP!" Why must that be part of the life? I mean, I can get 9 hours of sleep and still fall asleep in my classes. What the hell? On Mon, Wed and Fri I have three classes - I don't think I have managed to stay awake through all three in a row this entire semester. Maybe the first day, but only maybe. I always fall asleep in at least one, if not all, of them. This is bad!! I would love to stay awake in them, however, I also want to see my friends and have a fun time. Why must these not agree with each other?
Lots has been happening, but not a lot exciting. Stressful, but not too exciting. One of the freshman girls who has started hanging out with the group is on the downslide of depression, and considers herself a born suicide. That annoys me, but I feel the urge to help her out. Various people in my family have had issues along those lines, and I know what it's like. I really don't want to see her kill herself - she's an awesome person and has so many cool stories and experiences. However, I really don't know how to help her. I hate it.
I had a great discussion with my roommate the other night about J-Term. J-Term at college is a month long semester, taking one course, and not really doing anything else. There is the possibility of getting smashed every night if one feels like it (often referred to as "drunk term") and also has the possibility of sex as often as one feels like it (in theory). My roommate is going to England for this period of time (student teaching or something) so I will have a single. He said that I should do my best to break my bed while having sex on it. That way when if fell down, I could tell the girl that I had introduced myself to as Thor - "They don't call me the thundergod for nothing!" That made me laugh. My roomie has been telling me that I could have sex with almost anyone I wanted. I realized that part of the reason I don't do this is the fact that I think things through too much. However, I really don't want people to hate me, so I try to consider all the options. Which leads to me being celibate. Shit. I should just forget what people think about me and enjoy life more.
In other breaking news, I spilled soda all over my desk and laptops last night. This was right after I took a shower, after puking my dinner up because I worked out immediately after eating. It wasn't the best start to the night. However, on the bright side - my computers still work (though one has a rather sticky keyboard), and my desk is now as clean as it ever has been.
Life shall go on.
~^~
Lots has been happening, but not a lot exciting. Stressful, but not too exciting. One of the freshman girls who has started hanging out with the group is on the downslide of depression, and considers herself a born suicide. That annoys me, but I feel the urge to help her out. Various people in my family have had issues along those lines, and I know what it's like. I really don't want to see her kill herself - she's an awesome person and has so many cool stories and experiences. However, I really don't know how to help her. I hate it.
I had a great discussion with my roommate the other night about J-Term. J-Term at college is a month long semester, taking one course, and not really doing anything else. There is the possibility of getting smashed every night if one feels like it (often referred to as "drunk term") and also has the possibility of sex as often as one feels like it (in theory). My roommate is going to England for this period of time (student teaching or something) so I will have a single. He said that I should do my best to break my bed while having sex on it. That way when if fell down, I could tell the girl that I had introduced myself to as Thor - "They don't call me the thundergod for nothing!" That made me laugh. My roomie has been telling me that I could have sex with almost anyone I wanted. I realized that part of the reason I don't do this is the fact that I think things through too much. However, I really don't want people to hate me, so I try to consider all the options. Which leads to me being celibate. Shit. I should just forget what people think about me and enjoy life more.
In other breaking news, I spilled soda all over my desk and laptops last night. This was right after I took a shower, after puking my dinner up because I worked out immediately after eating. It wasn't the best start to the night. However, on the bright side - my computers still work (though one has a rather sticky keyboard), and my desk is now as clean as it ever has been.
Life shall go on.
~^~
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