Yes, I know.
My profile pics get progressively worse (is it just me, or do I look REALLY stoned in this one?), my journal entries lamer and more infrequent...I confess, I'm just a horrible citizen of the SG community.
But, hey, at least I have more friends now.
Thanks, Love!
In other news (from the beating a dead horse department)....
Bonnie, Charley, Frances, Gaston, Ivan, and now Jeanne...I'm running out of fingers here. I keep crackin' on Florida, saying they've severely pissed off the weather gods...but apparently they're not too happy with South Carolina either. The only reason why I'm sitting here writing in this silly journal at 2:46 pm on a Monday is because I'm hiding from the weather....again. I'm suprised the entire state hasn't been washed into the Atlantic yet. But give it time...
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I've pretty much resigned myself to the fact that I'm going to fail Parasitology at this point. I'd drop the class entirely, but there's a couple of problems. First, it's way past the drop/add date, and second, if I drop this class, that'd put me below the minimum hours required of a full-time student.
Honestly, I don't know what I was thinking. I hadn't set foot in a biology classroom in FIVE YEARS, and here I am jumping right into a 500-level course? Maybe I DO need to lay off the sticky green... Anyways, I'm doing great in my other three classes (B in International Organizations, A's in Public Speaking and Computer Technology), so even if I DON'T pull off a miracle and get through this class with a D, I won't be hurting myself TOO much....learn from my mistakes and move on, right?
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The USC-Upstate Housing Office "threatened" me with a $40 fine for having my iguana in here. Is that SUPPOSED to work? Look, I've had Jinx for five years now. This is the thirteenth different place we've lived in during that time, and none of my previous landlords have ever had a problem with him. I'm sorry, but $40 isn't nearly enough to make me walk away from my friend, companion, and partner in crime. I'll gladly pay the fine to get them to leave us the hell alone. But this warning was given back on September 20th, and no one from the housing office has bothered to come back for a follow-up, so I'm left with the distinct impression that this threat was a lot of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
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I blew off my Computer Tech class last Wednesday so my roommate and I could go to Columbia and hear John Edwards speak. Well, we didn't even actually get in; apparently they had two to three times as many people show up than were actually expected. So Richard and I, along with maybe 1,000 or so of our closest friends, wound up standing around outside, enjoying the beautiful weather, and listening to the speech over the makeshift PA system set up outside the building--an arrangement which was probably more fun than being indoors anyways. We had plenty of room to mingle and mill about, we got to taunt the 40 or so Republican protesters that showed up, we got free signs, free water...and actually got to meet Mr. Edwards himself after the speech. I wish everyone in South Carolina could have heard the same speech we did. I may still not agree with Kerry/Edwards 100% of the time, but Richard and I were still blown away. JFK! JFK! JFK!!!
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And my social life took a turn for the weird on Saturday. See, I met this local girl through my roommate Richard. We chatted online a few times, talked on the phone a couple of times, and finally decided to 'hang out' last weekend. Well, we met on Saturday. She wasn't gorgeous, but wasn't terrible-looking either. We went miniature golfing, we shot pool, we ate sushi...in general, we had a decent time. She just...I don't know. She was just a little too...intense for me. If she'd smiled and/or laughed a little more often, maybe it'd be different. If she didn't ALWAYS talk with that irritatingly flat monotone voice, I wouldn't have minded as much. If she didn't take EVERYTHING so damn serious, we might have gotten along just fine. Bottom line, though, was there really wasn't any real chemistry between us. Nevertheless, I did the gentleman thing: I paid for everything, I opened doors, and I was as polite and congenial as I could be under the circumstances. I walked her to the door and gave her a hug at the end of the night and took my leave.
WELL! As it worked out, it was probably for the best that no sparks flew: I found out the next day that this girl is HIV positive. Just another of those sterotypically hypocritical people the South is famous for: she's planning on going to freakin' SEMINARY, and yet she fucks four guys in a month. File this one under "what the fuck?" and forget about it, I guess...
I really can't win. Maybe I'm better off just leaving the status quo alone and just continue my utterly fruitless pursuit of my very good friend Yuliya Guseva. At least with her I know what to expect: good times, intelligent conversation, a fresh perspective...and a relationship that will never progress beyond the friendship stage.
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Damn, I'm long-winded. I guess maybe I should at least LOOK at my book before I go to class, right?
Stay tuned!
"No point in taking this life too seriously; none of us are going to make it out alive anyways."
My profile pics get progressively worse (is it just me, or do I look REALLY stoned in this one?), my journal entries lamer and more infrequent...I confess, I'm just a horrible citizen of the SG community.
But, hey, at least I have more friends now.
Thanks, Love!
In other news (from the beating a dead horse department)....
Bonnie, Charley, Frances, Gaston, Ivan, and now Jeanne...I'm running out of fingers here. I keep crackin' on Florida, saying they've severely pissed off the weather gods...but apparently they're not too happy with South Carolina either. The only reason why I'm sitting here writing in this silly journal at 2:46 pm on a Monday is because I'm hiding from the weather....again. I'm suprised the entire state hasn't been washed into the Atlantic yet. But give it time...
___
I've pretty much resigned myself to the fact that I'm going to fail Parasitology at this point. I'd drop the class entirely, but there's a couple of problems. First, it's way past the drop/add date, and second, if I drop this class, that'd put me below the minimum hours required of a full-time student.
Honestly, I don't know what I was thinking. I hadn't set foot in a biology classroom in FIVE YEARS, and here I am jumping right into a 500-level course? Maybe I DO need to lay off the sticky green... Anyways, I'm doing great in my other three classes (B in International Organizations, A's in Public Speaking and Computer Technology), so even if I DON'T pull off a miracle and get through this class with a D, I won't be hurting myself TOO much....learn from my mistakes and move on, right?
___
The USC-Upstate Housing Office "threatened" me with a $40 fine for having my iguana in here. Is that SUPPOSED to work? Look, I've had Jinx for five years now. This is the thirteenth different place we've lived in during that time, and none of my previous landlords have ever had a problem with him. I'm sorry, but $40 isn't nearly enough to make me walk away from my friend, companion, and partner in crime. I'll gladly pay the fine to get them to leave us the hell alone. But this warning was given back on September 20th, and no one from the housing office has bothered to come back for a follow-up, so I'm left with the distinct impression that this threat was a lot of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
___
I blew off my Computer Tech class last Wednesday so my roommate and I could go to Columbia and hear John Edwards speak. Well, we didn't even actually get in; apparently they had two to three times as many people show up than were actually expected. So Richard and I, along with maybe 1,000 or so of our closest friends, wound up standing around outside, enjoying the beautiful weather, and listening to the speech over the makeshift PA system set up outside the building--an arrangement which was probably more fun than being indoors anyways. We had plenty of room to mingle and mill about, we got to taunt the 40 or so Republican protesters that showed up, we got free signs, free water...and actually got to meet Mr. Edwards himself after the speech. I wish everyone in South Carolina could have heard the same speech we did. I may still not agree with Kerry/Edwards 100% of the time, but Richard and I were still blown away. JFK! JFK! JFK!!!
___
And my social life took a turn for the weird on Saturday. See, I met this local girl through my roommate Richard. We chatted online a few times, talked on the phone a couple of times, and finally decided to 'hang out' last weekend. Well, we met on Saturday. She wasn't gorgeous, but wasn't terrible-looking either. We went miniature golfing, we shot pool, we ate sushi...in general, we had a decent time. She just...I don't know. She was just a little too...intense for me. If she'd smiled and/or laughed a little more often, maybe it'd be different. If she didn't ALWAYS talk with that irritatingly flat monotone voice, I wouldn't have minded as much. If she didn't take EVERYTHING so damn serious, we might have gotten along just fine. Bottom line, though, was there really wasn't any real chemistry between us. Nevertheless, I did the gentleman thing: I paid for everything, I opened doors, and I was as polite and congenial as I could be under the circumstances. I walked her to the door and gave her a hug at the end of the night and took my leave.
WELL! As it worked out, it was probably for the best that no sparks flew: I found out the next day that this girl is HIV positive. Just another of those sterotypically hypocritical people the South is famous for: she's planning on going to freakin' SEMINARY, and yet she fucks four guys in a month. File this one under "what the fuck?" and forget about it, I guess...
I really can't win. Maybe I'm better off just leaving the status quo alone and just continue my utterly fruitless pursuit of my very good friend Yuliya Guseva. At least with her I know what to expect: good times, intelligent conversation, a fresh perspective...and a relationship that will never progress beyond the friendship stage.
___
Damn, I'm long-winded. I guess maybe I should at least LOOK at my book before I go to class, right?
Stay tuned!
"No point in taking this life too seriously; none of us are going to make it out alive anyways."