Friend1 - He's a jock who thinks he's a geek.
Friend2 - THE WORLD HAS COME TO AN END!
Each building has its quirks, of course. In my old dorm, you could hear people through the walls. In this dorm, you can hear them through the vents. Lead on by the subject of hearing people, we find ourselves on the tangent of strange men yelling things at me as I walk to and from work. I usually do not have this problem (it's usually a run-by honking), but this time it happened as I was waiting to cross the street (as were all the cars). I dislike it when people shout at me from traffic, because I have no clue what they're saying and can't see their faces in much detail, and thus I don't know if there's a safe way to respond. (I chose to ignore them.)
Halloween turned out to be a low point for me this year. It is traditional for Dimensions, my organization, to have a Halloween dance/event/thing. It is also traditional for the Vice President (me) to head the committee for this event. Out of a sense of personal responsibility and forlorn hope, I was there before the "party" started, and only left after all was taken down and cleaned up. The night was roughly seven hours of running around with the same people, many of whom I find rather annoying.
I was exhausted and irritated, and felt oddly distanced from everyone attending. The longer I was there, the angrier I got - the whole affair seemed like a massive waste of time. It was empty. Perhaps not empty of persons and pizzas, but somehow empty of connection and point. I could've been doing a million other things.
Remember my red sweater? I've been wearing it year-round for three years now, so people now associate me with the lump of red knit. Well, it developed a hole on Halloween. Alas!
When I got home, I was in quite a mood. I came closer to utter breakdown than I've been in some years ... I was furious with everyone who had been there, and even those who hadn't. It's the rage of the weak ... though we'd love to hear your bones crack one by one, we are too weak to make it happen, and thus we can only seethe. We can only flail and hurt ourselves in self-defeating anger. Once I threw a few things and the towering fury passed, I went into this weepy state of exhaustion. From there I went to bed and passed out. Yeehaw.
Now, for post-Halloween information.
Pierre: try to un-away a little more often than once a month
Nnng, I'll be trying. Advising Day was today, so I spent a good deal of time trying to work out my schedule. Advising Day is handy because it enables me to get a grasp on things I would otherwise completely forget about during the course of the school year, but it also gives me a sense of a pressure not unlike the force of water. This sensation crushes my ribs and compresses my heart.
In conclusion! Next semester I'm taking one less credit, and transforming the Birks weekend job into a credit-earning, requirement-fulfilling internship. Because I strongly dislike my Italian class and would much rather take a ceramics course, I am not taking Italian again. This, however, may pose a problem in the future. Apparently BA Studio Art candidates must take both the language track and the culture track instead of one or the other, which seems a bit odd to me, and I must iron that out later. I will most likely have to take a single language (French or Spanish, neither one of which I am particularly interested in) from the summer of next year until I graduate. I am taking care of my math/quantitive reasoning requirement with a philosophy course, believe it or not! This makes me happy, because what I lack in memorized formulas I can more than make up for with the way I think. Next semester I will be having 8 a.m. classes on Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. And even the most sacred of days (oh, who am I kidding), Friday. This does not make me happy, because I am not a morning person. But I think that out of those, Tuesday and Thursday at least shall be fine, because that is the ceramics course, and I'll be actively doing stuff.
Man, my writing is horrible as of late. Terribly awkward.