I have been back at school an entire week and already I'm feeling the strain of it and wondering if I shouldn't drop one of my classes. In unpacking the boxes in my dorm, however, I came across this lovely piece of my past. It's a grocery list that I find very revealing and amusing...hence, I have scanned it here for your viewing pleasure 
Hmmm... do I really need food and shoes? ...Such priorities I have!
Ah, and the boy I was stalking I felt disinclined toward meeting this weekend. Also, I doubted I could afford the trip and so stayed home. It is debatable as to whether it was laziness or emotional turmoil that caused such. After all, if he is thoroughly disagreeable I shall be left with no truly aimless past-time to amuse myself with.
In other news, I semi-wrecked Victor the scooter yesterday on my first long trip away from the dorms. I took back roads- thank goodness- but it was a good 20 minute drive to Barnes and Nobles, where I was expected to pay for a book my professor SPECIFICALLY did not want the bookstore on campus to carry (lousy cunt) and where I can not be sure if the register boy was flirting with me. Such ambiguity and pointless exercise is enough to malign any previously tolerable day. So says I....and I also couldn't help but notice on my way out that I was behind the car of a former paratrooper. It forced me to recall days back in Ft. Sam's when I was but a wee lass of 20. Did I ever imagine that 6 years later I'd be traveling on a 50 cylinder engined-vehicle, hair unbound, bra-less and bleeding through the back slums of west Miami in search of a novel called "The Lie That Tells A Truth" ?
Actually, I might've guessed all but the book title...
Hmmm... do I really need food and shoes? ...Such priorities I have!
Ah, and the boy I was stalking I felt disinclined toward meeting this weekend. Also, I doubted I could afford the trip and so stayed home. It is debatable as to whether it was laziness or emotional turmoil that caused such. After all, if he is thoroughly disagreeable I shall be left with no truly aimless past-time to amuse myself with.
In other news, I semi-wrecked Victor the scooter yesterday on my first long trip away from the dorms. I took back roads- thank goodness- but it was a good 20 minute drive to Barnes and Nobles, where I was expected to pay for a book my professor SPECIFICALLY did not want the bookstore on campus to carry (lousy cunt) and where I can not be sure if the register boy was flirting with me. Such ambiguity and pointless exercise is enough to malign any previously tolerable day. So says I....and I also couldn't help but notice on my way out that I was behind the car of a former paratrooper. It forced me to recall days back in Ft. Sam's when I was but a wee lass of 20. Did I ever imagine that 6 years later I'd be traveling on a 50 cylinder engined-vehicle, hair unbound, bra-less and bleeding through the back slums of west Miami in search of a novel called "The Lie That Tells A Truth" ?
Actually, I might've guessed all but the book title...
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i'm beating off like twice a day these days.
and thank you for calling me a 'good person,' it carries more weight than you can imagine
I have never stalked but certainly been curious enough to want to..
I developed this while story about a girl i sat next to on a plane to SF.. and then the next week, she was on the same flight again.. i felt like might be dreaming.. then to be it all, she was again on the flight back and we sat next to each other yet again.. so i wrote yet another story.. it was so way cool....i know where she goes to school but i stopped there...