youkoricky (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} youkoricky) wrote,@ 2007-01-31 01:11:00 |
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I haven't posted in awhile, I know, but, as usual, my first post in awhile is to bitch. Just need to get it out of my system. Don't read on if you don't want to deal with it.
I hate being alone. I've always hated it. I hate hearing nothing but my own thoughts, my own voice talking to the cats, and the lassitude that develops when there's no one else around. However, this semester I'm getting a crash course in How to Deal With Being Alone. Most of my time is spent without company, and I count the time I'm at UT for this. It's impossible to make friends on that campus. I've tried. I've talked to other people who've tried. When people go to class, yes they talk with others sometimes, but it's just small talk. The weather. The homework. The professor. It never goes beyond that. It's like a phenomenon where being in a place with 50,000 other people just makes everyone shut down as far as social skills go. Yes, people meet and make friends in clubs and things like that, but I have no desire to join any clubs.
So I really shouldn't be bitching, since there is a way out that I refuse to take. But bitching uselessly is what blogs are for. So there.
Most of the time I'm okay. As long as I can see someone every other day or so, I get along fine.
Ah fuck it. I'm tired of bitching.
I'm in a short story class and we're talking about our first ones tomorrow. I don't really like either of them. One tries to be meaningful but wanders around so much that it kinda falls flat at the end and the other has so many references to things I don't understand that I just don't get it. So hopefully I'll have something to say about them tomorrow. I'm almost done with mine, so I might be submitting mine to the class in the next week or so. I'm rather proud of it, but I have the feeling that I'm gonna be taken down a peg or two. Ah well. I need it to keep my head from being too big.
Also, anyone who would like pictures of Ivan the Wiggly, comment here or send me and e-mail and I'll e-mail them to you. He's getting pretty big. He's almost as big as Jack now, and he's only about four months old. Momma's been trying to teach him about the electric fence, but his fur is so thick that he couldn't feel the shock from the collar. So we shaved his neck. We felt really bad, but better that than having him wander in front of a car or getting poisoned by the birdman if he starts trying to eat the birds. (Katie keeps insisting that's what happened to Domino, and I know it happened to another dog in our neighborhood many years ago.)
So. Sleep now. Ja.
I hate being alone. I've always hated it. I hate hearing nothing but my own thoughts, my own voice talking to the cats, and the lassitude that develops when there's no one else around. However, this semester I'm getting a crash course in How to Deal With Being Alone. Most of my time is spent without company, and I count the time I'm at UT for this. It's impossible to make friends on that campus. I've tried. I've talked to other people who've tried. When people go to class, yes they talk with others sometimes, but it's just small talk. The weather. The homework. The professor. It never goes beyond that. It's like a phenomenon where being in a place with 50,000 other people just makes everyone shut down as far as social skills go. Yes, people meet and make friends in clubs and things like that, but I have no desire to join any clubs.
So I really shouldn't be bitching, since there is a way out that I refuse to take. But bitching uselessly is what blogs are for. So there.
Most of the time I'm okay. As long as I can see someone every other day or so, I get along fine.
Ah fuck it. I'm tired of bitching.
I'm in a short story class and we're talking about our first ones tomorrow. I don't really like either of them. One tries to be meaningful but wanders around so much that it kinda falls flat at the end and the other has so many references to things I don't understand that I just don't get it. So hopefully I'll have something to say about them tomorrow. I'm almost done with mine, so I might be submitting mine to the class in the next week or so. I'm rather proud of it, but I have the feeling that I'm gonna be taken down a peg or two. Ah well. I need it to keep my head from being too big.
Also, anyone who would like pictures of Ivan the Wiggly, comment here or send me and e-mail and I'll e-mail them to you. He's getting pretty big. He's almost as big as Jack now, and he's only about four months old. Momma's been trying to teach him about the electric fence, but his fur is so thick that he couldn't feel the shock from the collar. So we shaved his neck. We felt really bad, but better that than having him wander in front of a car or getting poisoned by the birdman if he starts trying to eat the birds. (Katie keeps insisting that's what happened to Domino, and I know it happened to another dog in our neighborhood many years ago.)
So. Sleep now. Ja.
