so the total cost of school books for this semester alone has come to an ugly approximate of $550. sometimes i want to say fuck it, other times i muse about becoming an english lit major, 'cause then at least i'll already own the books (the one englit course i'm taking this semester, i'm already set for book wise...yay, but boo in that i don't get to read newnew stuff; it's mostly kid stuff, chandler and woolf, and i secretly want to find a new book in which to be enamoured, have my brains plucked out of my head and pressed to a socket...it's been a while, it feels), but then i remind myself that oh, that will pay back later, after college, when i'm unemployed broke and silly. besides, i can do all of that exploring, or at least some of it, on my own, dabbling. i have seemingly always preferred it that way.
there's more to say, and writing electronically, the dancing on wires, i missed it...but i make little sense and it's too hot on this campus and tomorrow i have my first, only morning class of this semester, so i have to be ready somehow and not be sleepy.
i am always sleepy.
also, i've begun bryce's cds. it makes me happy, even though he probably won't like most of it. (sheepish)
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this afternoon i left the dining hall (the food here is better than it was last year, and it wasn't that bad last year anyway--and now the cafeteria pizza actually looks edible, in that it does not resemble play doh, and they serve more diverse stuff...that's actually decent, not some incredibly fake madeup "indian" or "chinese" cuisine or whatnot...it's pretty good. so that's my ramble on food...) with an ice cream cone and discovered pitt has a new student publication, a conservative/libertarian newspaper that has a bone to pick with the green party zealots on campus, and the do-gooders they see as "race-baiting"...anyway, it's interesting, provocative you know, i don't know yet what to make of it. it's an unnatural queasiness only in that i make the perhaps erroneous assocation of this with the closet goodstudent modelcitizenandloverof"God" skinheads here...but i'm trying to help myself not jump to such conclusions. pittsburgh is a much more stirring place than rochester, to me, in terms of politics, especially race issues. i can't help re-realising all the time that i'm as likely to see an indian american or african american here as i am to see a blond. and i can't help but initially really like that, i know, it's stupid, naive, racist maybe even? i'm not sure, there...but it's just. in rochester there isn't so much of that, sure some downtown but even there not like this. and i can't help but like it.
i keep babbling and losing/dropping my points, crushing my toes with the overtalk! sorry, for myself too.
but. anyway...the paper, i read it under a quad tree grove, and thought of justin all along. also thought of him while eating a tooearly dinner, before. we'd be holding hands under the table, yep.
there's more to say, and writing electronically, the dancing on wires, i missed it...but i make little sense and it's too hot on this campus and tomorrow i have my first, only morning class of this semester, so i have to be ready somehow and not be sleepy.
i am always sleepy.
also, i've begun bryce's cds. it makes me happy, even though he probably won't like most of it. (sheepish)
/
this afternoon i left the dining hall (the food here is better than it was last year, and it wasn't that bad last year anyway--and now the cafeteria pizza actually looks edible, in that it does not resemble play doh, and they serve more diverse stuff...that's actually decent, not some incredibly fake madeup "indian" or "chinese" cuisine or whatnot...it's pretty good. so that's my ramble on food...) with an ice cream cone and discovered pitt has a new student publication, a conservative/libertarian newspaper that has a bone to pick with the green party zealots on campus, and the do-gooders they see as "race-baiting"...anyway, it's interesting, provocative you know, i don't know yet what to make of it. it's an unnatural queasiness only in that i make the perhaps erroneous assocation of this with the closet goodstudent modelcitizenandloverof"God" skinheads here...but i'm trying to help myself not jump to such conclusions. pittsburgh is a much more stirring place than rochester, to me, in terms of politics, especially race issues. i can't help re-realising all the time that i'm as likely to see an indian american or african american here as i am to see a blond. and i can't help but initially really like that, i know, it's stupid, naive, racist maybe even? i'm not sure, there...but it's just. in rochester there isn't so much of that, sure some downtown but even there not like this. and i can't help but like it.
i keep babbling and losing/dropping my points, crushing my toes with the overtalk! sorry, for myself too.
but. anyway...the paper, i read it under a quad tree grove, and thought of justin all along. also thought of him while eating a tooearly dinner, before. we'd be holding hands under the table, yep.