:: a.whisper.in.water ::

:: Monday, December 23, 2002 ::

:Schooooooool'sOUT / For / Winter:

Yeah, holy fuck. Haven't posted since before Exam Week. I guess a fair rundown of the work that needed doing is in order:

An approximate list of all the shit I needed to do as of the start of exam week, since basically nothing got done before it
-Shit, can I even remember? Is there any point, save bitching? Whatever, it was pretty long, this list. The end result is that I talked to my dean about the whole thing and I got a formal lab report and a spanish essay postponed, such that they're due postmarked by Friday. Better get to work on that. Other than that, the relief I felt wandering around campus having turned in most of everything was near-unquantifiable.

Few notes now and again: some asshole ran over my bike with a car or something, or at least kicked it a lot. The back wheelframe is certainly unusable, and no longer quite so un-bent. My first experience with an illegal pharmeceutical was during exam week. Who would have seen that it would have been something to help me study? It was aderol, in all its non-recreational glory. I feel a little like a ho, but a ho who stayed up for more than 36 hours working on TWO occasions and finished all his exams. Ram is awesome, and I'm not going to just vaguely hint at it or anything, but just outright say it. Compost is awful, awful stuff, and I pity anyone downwind of the HCA trail yesterday. I threw apples on top of 22, because they threw snowballs at me when they were on the roof. Tyler will find two pieces of bread underneath his pillow when he returns from break. There's not much in the way of a funnier sound than a loaf of bread hitting a wall at high velocity. Anne is a blisteringly good pianist, but Brandon is some sort of p1an0 n1nj4. Yikes.

You know who'd get along really well? Ram and Hanya.

Anxious to go to California, see folks from school. The kids here simply aren't as affectionate. Who can blame them? Too many stories seem to revolve around drugs. It's pretty annoying. I saw Jenn once before school ended...it was quite nice. She's been pretty good about understanding my not-calling in general. I meant to call tonight, but I awoke at 6pm, and was immediately accosted by life, namely mom and dad. I don't know why I tell them anything in the first place. I stopped around 10th grade. Why even try to start again now? If I'm not misinterpreted, I'm not understood at all, and all they have are these crude parental instincts about making sure I have enough money to eat when I go out and that I have enough food when I'm here. I can see how it would be hard to raise a kid, coming from an entirely different culture than the one your kid's growing up in, doubly so if the kid is me. But it still kind of sucks for me when all I get in response to emotional trouble is food. Food, and rolled eyes. I told my dad I'd lost five pounds during exam week. He clapped; he regarded it as a GOOD thing. It's kinda sick. I don't slight mom, really. She's got her own stuff to deal with. I just envy kids whose parents are all cool and stuff.

I ache all over, but just a little. Nothing some angel wouldn't cure.

Wait, she's not here.
Fuck.


:: Aziz 3:22 AM [+] ::
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