I am here on a thrusday night because usually thrusday night is the party night...but I have class so I have made it my learning night. I have read for the past two hours but I have now been disturbed by the glow of this frightful machine!
I have gotten some reading done, not much mind you...but some...hopefully I can finish chapter 17 of Nation of Nations tonight...that would be really nice. Reading Textbooks for fun is always something I took a lot of pride in, as you know...

I met a really hot guy today, Blair Culver...but knowing Bard, he's strange or likes guys or whines...hopefully I can gather up the courage in US lit class to say,
"Hey sexy pants...let's you and me read Emerson over dinner"

Only dreams, Emily...

Day 2 of my learning how to be a student again and not get killed.

Here's what I've been up to.
My reading so far is deathly...Emerson has too many meanings and it really makes interpretting his "nature" such a daunting task! I also have a lot of political science reading to do. My mind is slowly melting but I think it'll be okay. Maybe if i took some kind of sedative...a chill pill...

Wow, someone in this dorm is smoking up...it goes through the circulation...and you can get high if you stand over your vent. My room reeks of pot...and I don't smoke. It's ironic, don't you think?

I watched Amelie last night, what a great movie! I downloaded the soundtrack tonight while I was reading Emerson and I am just a happy kid listening to it. It's so French and cute...wow, I sound like a woman.

There was a thunderstorm when i went to sleep and I woke up five hours later and there was still a thunderstorm going on. I thought I hadn't slept at all and started to think that I was going crazy. Each clap of thunder was making me go crazy because it chimed that I was not sleeping. I go crazy sometimes.

Jesse and I are starting to cook more of our meals together...I made him hamburger helper tonight...with cheddar cheese sauce. We past the Burrito stand on our way to the supermarket...and that looked really good too. Food is my arch nemesis and I must destroy it!

I miss Pete...everything makes me think about him...hearing a trumpet, reading a book, listening to Ben Folds or hearing the theme from a summer place...stupid things that shouldn't make me think of Pete. I'm just lonely I think...and I hate being lonely. I need a stable shoulder to cry on. Alas, I think Pete will have to be the new Messiah.

I should get back to reading Debating Democracy, Acheson, We Now Know: Rethinking Cold War history, Major Problems in American Foreign Relations, Huck Finn, and The Selected Works of Emerson....YAY!

Here I am at the Kingdom of Bard!

Oh how I am lonely...it's nice to be back at school but I had forgotten how demonic Bard is...how rotten and awful it can be...all the debauchery and the decadence of drugs and alcohol...but that's society now isn't it? We thrive to destroy, don't we?

My room is very large with big windows...I really like it. I see myself hiding here, or hiding in my best friend's suite. My friends here are great though...I love them so much. I'm afraid though that I need a few more friends...I mean, i have Ross, Jeremy, Jesse, Dave 1, Porter, Peter, and "the rest" i could call them...I am happy here at Bardland, I just need to get into the swing of work work work! Hooray for work!

I'm so thirsty and my fridge is still freezin up...=( I need a snapple like it's my job!

Well here I am, a sophomore in love with a camper, my mind is a total blur, and my campy love for society is slowly floating down the toilet.

Question of the day (should be the century) How can i survive being a moral democrat who isn't religious but yet, there is no group that i can associate with that won't turn me into something else? Think about it.

Oh and Happy Birthday Sean! =)

You should see me now...I am a zombie.

Today I watched Stardust Memories...a bizarre dark humored Woody Allen movie...and I'm confused but it was good, because he goes for that self indulgent touch of making something creative one big inside joke so people think it's smart when its really an attack on only a few people.
He lives inside himself, as do I...and hey, maybe i'll marry my adopted son...

for all those academy awards and fame he has...why not...I mean, I like younger guys...Pete Schiller could even be my son if i wanted him to be...well then i would have had to have him when i was like three or four, and for a child that young to have a kid...well, that's not possible...

My mind is melting...all that pharmacy work...I need to read something with knowledge and power but I lost all that during camp when I was trying to teach my kids that jokes about Catholic priests weren't funny even if the counselor laughs and yes, George W. Bush is a moron but you can't keep making improv jokes about him all the time...it's funny once...

I found a mix i must have made for someone, because i put my most depressed music on it. It's labeled, "A Special Mix" but all it made me cry for no reason last night...
So i bought myself 100 dollars worth of Copland and Richard Ford to make me blues float out thee window. 86 dollars spent for five CDs and two books...not a bad dealio

I'm going to bed...

Get me away from Darien and my job and everything! I need to learn...I need to get away from this nightmare they call Fairfield County! I need knowledge, I need the smell of Olin on my clothing.
Man, am I a needy person or what!

Emily,
We arrived here this afternoon. Topsy-turvy weather. Everything is fine so far. Hope everything is OK with you. We have plenty of hikes to do over the week. You might like the wildernees, it sure is different than Harvard Love, Pete

So I was looking through my tapes and I found this tape...my old camp talking tape...and i listen to it and there's Pete Schiller, with a high voice and without the British accent, talking about Monty Python and missing me...this is just crazy! Well, i put it on the computer so if you want to take a listen, give a holler...it's quite...shall we say, HILLARIOUS! I almost wet myself with laughter.

My tape collection is really a collection of my childhood...it's quite amusing the time i spent on these...i just found a tape full of commercials. How odd!