Sequel
.... so then my roommate's ex-boyfriend decided to have a nightcap consisting of six sleeping pills and a bottle of wine.
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Monday, February 28, 2005
Comedy of Tragedies
... over winter break, back in January, me and Malex went to visit Nick up at Vassar in Poughkeepsie, NY for a weekend. Apparently neither me, Malex, nor Nick felt this blog-worthy, or just didn't bother. Me and Malex spent the four hour Greyhound ride each way holding awkwardsilence-free conversation, which is amazing considering we don't actually hold any sort of affinity towards each other. Possibly the most memorable thing about the commute was the commuter rail trip up from Grand Central Station (according to Malex, the biggest room in the world) along the Hudson, a grey frozen river and bare stark woods that climb up snowy hills. New England is an entity in itself, never mind that New York isn't technically New England.
When we took the taxi from the station into Vassar, we nearly wet ourselves when the cab drove through what was essentially a portcullis in the Vassar gatehouse. Nick lives at Hogwarts. For example: their library is a gothic cathedral. No shittin'.
I spent maybe the rest of the time being snowed under, deprived of natural light, depressed and re-evaluating my college choice. If the campus made me re-evaluate, the dorms made me re-evaluate the re-evaluating, being cramped cells from the sixties with flaking drywall. Bathrooms are co-ed, dimly lit (if not pitch black even during day time) stalls and showers. Strangely enough though, I found myself completely indifferent to random boys walking by as I brushed my teeth. Nick himself has apparently descended into madness, overworked and antisocial, dealing with an array of family and health problems, and for some reason known only to God has decided to switch his major to computer science.
"I took a few programming classes in high school," explains Nick who in those four years made his mark as an actor, a writer, a poet, a linguist, a political activist and an amateur psychologist. This in Non-Bullshit-ese means, "I hate my life but it's a Practical Major."
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... and so my roommate broke up with her boyfriend, ODed on Tylenol, and is trying to develop the habit of eating, Kay's mom and my aunt have breast cancer, and Chris went all Vanyel on us by coming out of the closet, having father-and-alienation issues, hating his brother and cutting himself.
How are you?
... over winter break, back in January, me and Malex went to visit Nick up at Vassar in Poughkeepsie, NY for a weekend. Apparently neither me, Malex, nor Nick felt this blog-worthy, or just didn't bother. Me and Malex spent the four hour Greyhound ride each way holding awkwardsilence-free conversation, which is amazing considering we don't actually hold any sort of affinity towards each other. Possibly the most memorable thing about the commute was the commuter rail trip up from Grand Central Station (according to Malex, the biggest room in the world) along the Hudson, a grey frozen river and bare stark woods that climb up snowy hills. New England is an entity in itself, never mind that New York isn't technically New England.
When we took the taxi from the station into Vassar, we nearly wet ourselves when the cab drove through what was essentially a portcullis in the Vassar gatehouse. Nick lives at Hogwarts. For example: their library is a gothic cathedral. No shittin'.
I spent maybe the rest of the time being snowed under, deprived of natural light, depressed and re-evaluating my college choice. If the campus made me re-evaluate, the dorms made me re-evaluate the re-evaluating, being cramped cells from the sixties with flaking drywall. Bathrooms are co-ed, dimly lit (if not pitch black even during day time) stalls and showers. Strangely enough though, I found myself completely indifferent to random boys walking by as I brushed my teeth. Nick himself has apparently descended into madness, overworked and antisocial, dealing with an array of family and health problems, and for some reason known only to God has decided to switch his major to computer science.
"I took a few programming classes in high school," explains Nick who in those four years made his mark as an actor, a writer, a poet, a linguist, a political activist and an amateur psychologist. This in Non-Bullshit-ese means, "I hate my life but it's a Practical Major."
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... and so my roommate broke up with her boyfriend, ODed on Tylenol, and is trying to develop the habit of eating, Kay's mom and my aunt have breast cancer, and Chris went all Vanyel on us by coming out of the closet, having father-and-alienation issues, hating his brother and cutting himself.
How are you?
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