It seems that I really cant write in this anymore...thanks to someone calling me pathetic...
So I'm now frozen with any notion that what I'm saying is pathetic. What kind of depresses me, but then again, when am i not depressed?
Next semester I'm taking three government classes. hooray.
I feel like eating debbie snack cakes and milk and watching a movie alone.
Everyone in Darien is home from college now and they're all done and happy...well not me, I'm still here in the woods, with papers stacking up and me, with no intention of actually wanting to do them.
Maybe i'll paint a copy of my military watercolor for Jason as a present...he can hang it in his barracks and then get walking hours. Kind of shameful art can get the shit kicked out of you at West Point.
I saw Hollywood Ending, the new Woody Allen thing..it was good, just what I needed. I needed to get out of this box of a dorm...I needed to see something from the real world (though woody allen going out with Debra Messing is highly unlikely) but still...it was still something feasible...everything at Bard is like some sort of sick fantasy land. I'm expecting a ferris wheel outside of the campus center anyday...right next to our swing set (we actually have a swing set)
I'm going to take my pills and dream of subletting my apartment to supermodels, their fathers, my neighbor, and the unknown man in the ascot who talked about trains and driving through the unknown, though the unknown to me seemed known.