I left my phone in napa
I'm pissed. I don't think I'll have it before I come down, which will make it hard to get in touch with people. Good thing everyone else has phones.
I can't do my homework. I'm out of energy. I'm on birth control and it makes me cry. I cried because I had to wait in line. Liz writes criticisms of my paper that are good. I don't think my paper is very good. Whether it is good or not, I'm reading it to a group of people in Seattle. I hope they are not too harsh. And I will try to make it better before then.
Matt is back together with his Ukrainian girlfriend. Just kidding. But he is most certainly in Ukraine. I dyed my hair black. What should I bring to the potluck? Orange juice and cranberry juice, cups I suppose. It is an all-girl potluck, which is nice.
Why I am a recluse: I don't have a phone, and no one here knows how interesting I am. (THERE IS MORE GOING ON IN MY MIND THAN PHYSICS AND EVERYDAY TASKS) I send it to them telepathically, but they still do not speak to me. Perhaps I should assume that they too are interesting and speak to them. C. S. Lewis says that if you want to have friends, you have to be a friend. That's cute.
I hope I will not have to do homework when I am spending time down there. I will try to get it done fast.
People here do their homework, then they write it up. I just do it once. I think that they are weird. I listen to better music than everyone. The hot-boy is friendly, like Biola-friendly. Maybe it's a socal thing, he is from there.
I can't do my homework. I'm out of energy. I'm on birth control and it makes me cry. I cried because I had to wait in line. Liz writes criticisms of my paper that are good. I don't think my paper is very good. Whether it is good or not, I'm reading it to a group of people in Seattle. I hope they are not too harsh. And I will try to make it better before then.
Matt is back together with his Ukrainian girlfriend. Just kidding. But he is most certainly in Ukraine. I dyed my hair black. What should I bring to the potluck? Orange juice and cranberry juice, cups I suppose. It is an all-girl potluck, which is nice.
Why I am a recluse: I don't have a phone, and no one here knows how interesting I am. (THERE IS MORE GOING ON IN MY MIND THAN PHYSICS AND EVERYDAY TASKS) I send it to them telepathically, but they still do not speak to me. Perhaps I should assume that they too are interesting and speak to them. C. S. Lewis says that if you want to have friends, you have to be a friend. That's cute.
I hope I will not have to do homework when I am spending time down there. I will try to get it done fast.
People here do their homework, then they write it up. I just do it once. I think that they are weird. I listen to better music than everyone. The hot-boy is friendly, like Biola-friendly. Maybe it's a socal thing, he is from there.
posted by naomo | 4:56 PM
2 Comments:
Maybe the hot boy wants to be your friend. Like C.S. Lewis.
That sucks about your phone. Who is going to interrupt my Wednesday night class? Maybe one of the parents will graciously drive it down to you because they don't want you to wither and die from a lack of personal conact. I can hope.
I second Liz's proposal
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