Topless Criticism!
Originally Posted at 04:10 PM on Feb. 22, 2004
I'm sittin' here, no shirt on, stealing my roommate's idea, just because I've been wondering. He's off at PT or Drill or something Air Force-esque. Major Payne is on USA on the tv, I'm not really watching, but I'm listening. I've been up for an hour, the sight outside my room is ghastly. There are day-old fries strewn across the floor, the further you get from my room, the worse it becomes. There's a shopping cart, a full bag of trash - as in a big black one that simply need be tied before it can be taken out to the garbage.
Among it all, is someone's snowboarding stuff. I honestly hope it gets damaged or stolen, I will neither do something to prevent the loss nor inflict it upon them. I feel that if you are careless with your belongings you simply deserve to have things happen to them. Maybe I just wish they were more responsible, but at the same time, you're supposed to be care-free at 18 aren't you? Again, we reach the conclusion that I'm an old-man at heart. Of course, I keep the hours of a college student, so there's something going for me.
Saw Return of the King last night for three bucks, it was my second time, my roomie hadn't seen it before, and we didn't have any plans for the evening, so we took in an eight o'clock showing. Hit up the rec center afterwards for a little under an hour. He ran and did a bit of lifting, I played some basketball one on none, followed by some lifting.
I came to the conclusion yesterday that I'm at my best dealing with girls I don't know when they are forced to deal with me. What that means is, I am my most charming when there is no escape and I have a captive audience. Take for instance the rec center at 12:45am - There's one girl stuck behind a counter for fifteen minutes, and there are about 12 people in the whole building. I've just changed back into my clothes and I'm still sweaty, so instead of going out and braving the 20 some odd degree cold, I will warm up a little, and get chatty. And, I'm at my best, most natural, flowing, charming, on. It works the same at the dining hall, when no one is around. Well, actually, I'm my best when I am one-on-one, except with my roommate, I am too chatty. The more people (I don't know) you add to the equation, the quieter I get, unless I can take them on one at a time - or if they are acquaintences of friends (who are also present). Totally rambling now - I'm at my best with a small, captive audience.
I have slowly become farther and farther behind in my Film Studies class. The reading is dry as hell, and hard to get motivated to deal with, - worse, I have to take notes while I read it, which completely destroys the possibility of doing it in bed - where I most like to do my reading. I bought a pillow earlier this semester, and I've gotten every penniesworth of the six dollar expense.
Maybe more later.
Originally Posted at 04:10 PM on Feb. 22, 2004
I'm sittin' here, no shirt on, stealing my roommate's idea, just because I've been wondering. He's off at PT or Drill or something Air Force-esque. Major Payne is on USA on the tv, I'm not really watching, but I'm listening. I've been up for an hour, the sight outside my room is ghastly. There are day-old fries strewn across the floor, the further you get from my room, the worse it becomes. There's a shopping cart, a full bag of trash - as in a big black one that simply need be tied before it can be taken out to the garbage.
Among it all, is someone's snowboarding stuff. I honestly hope it gets damaged or stolen, I will neither do something to prevent the loss nor inflict it upon them. I feel that if you are careless with your belongings you simply deserve to have things happen to them. Maybe I just wish they were more responsible, but at the same time, you're supposed to be care-free at 18 aren't you? Again, we reach the conclusion that I'm an old-man at heart. Of course, I keep the hours of a college student, so there's something going for me.
Saw Return of the King last night for three bucks, it was my second time, my roomie hadn't seen it before, and we didn't have any plans for the evening, so we took in an eight o'clock showing. Hit up the rec center afterwards for a little under an hour. He ran and did a bit of lifting, I played some basketball one on none, followed by some lifting.
I came to the conclusion yesterday that I'm at my best dealing with girls I don't know when they are forced to deal with me. What that means is, I am my most charming when there is no escape and I have a captive audience. Take for instance the rec center at 12:45am - There's one girl stuck behind a counter for fifteen minutes, and there are about 12 people in the whole building. I've just changed back into my clothes and I'm still sweaty, so instead of going out and braving the 20 some odd degree cold, I will warm up a little, and get chatty. And, I'm at my best, most natural, flowing, charming, on. It works the same at the dining hall, when no one is around. Well, actually, I'm my best when I am one-on-one, except with my roommate, I am too chatty. The more people (I don't know) you add to the equation, the quieter I get, unless I can take them on one at a time - or if they are acquaintences of friends (who are also present). Totally rambling now - I'm at my best with a small, captive audience.
I have slowly become farther and farther behind in my Film Studies class. The reading is dry as hell, and hard to get motivated to deal with, - worse, I have to take notes while I read it, which completely destroys the possibility of doing it in bed - where I most like to do my reading. I bought a pillow earlier this semester, and I've gotten every penniesworth of the six dollar expense.
Maybe more later.
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