fairy tale of heros and pray tell
what a day, what a day. beautiful day, but day nonetheless. i can't believe it's only wednesday. this week is crawling by. where is the usual speed of the quarter system? appearantly it slows to almost a halt in the first week. i don't remember this being the case. youw ould think that it would be going quickly as there is nothing to do and thus, we do all that we would do in times of desperate boredom. like ride your bike at any and all times. or sit on the lawn at the santa barbara mission which you really only do when you have excessive time because it takes so long to get to the mission due to the obscene amount of traffic in that area of town. seroiusly, it takes less time to travel down the main straight of state street than it does to drive the five miles from 154 exit to mission street. this, of course, is all prior to my knowledge that there happens to be a mission street exit. hahaha. isn't life great. great. at least i'm up close and personal with that area of town.
well that is just the way it goes, i guess. i broke down today and entered the bottom story of the bookstore in the shameful persuit of the price of one of my art history books. 90 dollars. 90. yeah, i'm going to fork out NINETY dollars on a book for a GE class. i had a hard time doing it for my organic chemistry answers manual. and i had that class for multiple quarters. phshh. i'm just gonna use the one on reserve in the RBR, which MarissallyPoo kindly told me was, infact, located in the location in which i thought it was located. yes. go me. all those hours spent in the library have paid off. i know where to find shit.
today was the first day of the last quarter of general bio lab. meaning last quarter of bio lab that i hate and am not interested in. i have really powered through this shit. we learned about cell walls today. and microscopes. this is an excellent way to spend money, don't you think? for however much money a unit costs, i get to spend 3 hours a week in a stuffy classroom, located right next to the construction site of some new psych or bio building, and learn about microscopes. because i need to learn about them. because i didn't learn about them in, what? middle school? they certainly haven't changed a whole lot since, lemme tell you. furthermore, you will be happy to know that CurlyHair, the boy who looks inexplicably wonderful in the tight tshirts he tends to dawn, is in my lab. and he grew some sort of pathetic facial assortment over break. hmmm. definately made a good decision there. yessiree. which was not to pressure him into asking me out. but there does come times where all you really want, especially while your ta is droning on about the different magnifications of the various lenses of the scope, is to take the shirt off his back. i think he played waterpolo. and i also think i am a sucker for guys who played waterpolo, if we have learned anything from my relationship with ExtensiveBoy.
i have no idea why i even bother nicknaming people when, really, they don't disguise who these people are. so i'm going to give it up. because it's way easier to type matt than extensiveboy. that's just too many characters and it takes a certain amount of shift-key pushing as there are some capitalizations. and i am lazy. very very very lazy. as we have already learned.
anyway, he has that waterpolo back. wide wide broad shoulders, and you can see the muscles through his shirt. god that's so hot. so hot. and the fact that he is so chill and doesn't even really do his curly mess of hair, opting to hide it under a casual hat, i just can't help being drawn to him. but i must resist. because he's not the guy for me. because he doesn't smoke, at all. and told me he doesn't believe in defiling his lungs.
which is ironic. because, even if he lives on the coast, he lives in california nonetheless. which means, as we all know, excessive polution and whatnot.
if only he knew. it's not about shutting them all out... it's about being selective. certainly a little hukka wouldn't be that bad, if only on occasion and in a highly social situation. how can you reject that sweet smell of whatever flavor it might be? and that potent, skunky smell of marajuana. jesus christ, it's nirvana. i don't understand you people who dislike it! you must not be of this world... or of nevada county. that must be it.
anyway, back to... mike (it's hard to type people's names. it's like i'm letting everyone in on my little secrets). i think the real problem is that i have had sex on the mind way too much lately. i have had sex dreams almost every single night since i've been back. and it's just sad. because, while sex dreams are kinda nice, they are just a tease. stupid mind. cocktease.
anywho, marissa is monopolizing my time. how american of her.
well that is just the way it goes, i guess. i broke down today and entered the bottom story of the bookstore in the shameful persuit of the price of one of my art history books. 90 dollars. 90. yeah, i'm going to fork out NINETY dollars on a book for a GE class. i had a hard time doing it for my organic chemistry answers manual. and i had that class for multiple quarters. phshh. i'm just gonna use the one on reserve in the RBR, which MarissallyPoo kindly told me was, infact, located in the location in which i thought it was located. yes. go me. all those hours spent in the library have paid off. i know where to find shit.
today was the first day of the last quarter of general bio lab. meaning last quarter of bio lab that i hate and am not interested in. i have really powered through this shit. we learned about cell walls today. and microscopes. this is an excellent way to spend money, don't you think? for however much money a unit costs, i get to spend 3 hours a week in a stuffy classroom, located right next to the construction site of some new psych or bio building, and learn about microscopes. because i need to learn about them. because i didn't learn about them in, what? middle school? they certainly haven't changed a whole lot since, lemme tell you. furthermore, you will be happy to know that CurlyHair, the boy who looks inexplicably wonderful in the tight tshirts he tends to dawn, is in my lab. and he grew some sort of pathetic facial assortment over break. hmmm. definately made a good decision there. yessiree. which was not to pressure him into asking me out. but there does come times where all you really want, especially while your ta is droning on about the different magnifications of the various lenses of the scope, is to take the shirt off his back. i think he played waterpolo. and i also think i am a sucker for guys who played waterpolo, if we have learned anything from my relationship with ExtensiveBoy.
i have no idea why i even bother nicknaming people when, really, they don't disguise who these people are. so i'm going to give it up. because it's way easier to type matt than extensiveboy. that's just too many characters and it takes a certain amount of shift-key pushing as there are some capitalizations. and i am lazy. very very very lazy. as we have already learned.
anyway, he has that waterpolo back. wide wide broad shoulders, and you can see the muscles through his shirt. god that's so hot. so hot. and the fact that he is so chill and doesn't even really do his curly mess of hair, opting to hide it under a casual hat, i just can't help being drawn to him. but i must resist. because he's not the guy for me. because he doesn't smoke, at all. and told me he doesn't believe in defiling his lungs.
which is ironic. because, even if he lives on the coast, he lives in california nonetheless. which means, as we all know, excessive polution and whatnot.
if only he knew. it's not about shutting them all out... it's about being selective. certainly a little hukka wouldn't be that bad, if only on occasion and in a highly social situation. how can you reject that sweet smell of whatever flavor it might be? and that potent, skunky smell of marajuana. jesus christ, it's nirvana. i don't understand you people who dislike it! you must not be of this world... or of nevada county. that must be it.
anyway, back to... mike (it's hard to type people's names. it's like i'm letting everyone in on my little secrets). i think the real problem is that i have had sex on the mind way too much lately. i have had sex dreams almost every single night since i've been back. and it's just sad. because, while sex dreams are kinda nice, they are just a tease. stupid mind. cocktease.
anywho, marissa is monopolizing my time. how american of her.
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