May is a good time to be fed up.
I'm not feeling particularly topically-inspired these days. I dunno, maybe life is too random. So you
lucky bastards get the best of random thoughts today.
I don't know what kind of God-forsaken place this east coast is, but "spring" here is nothing more than a warmer
image of winter. In places of far greater climatic worth, people are wearing shorts right now and enjoying the
sun every day. Can anyone explain to me why the highs aren't even consistently in the 70s yet? What a
craphole.... It's also ridiculously humid here. I climb up the stairs to my room and feel like I just got
out of the shower.
It's not your fault if you don't feel well for a good long while. It happens to the best.
A friend of mine laughed today when I didn't think I was being that funny even, and it was the best sound I've heard
in weeks.
I feel entirely responsible for this whole spring. That's a feeling that's hard to shake.
Orgo sucks. Don't let Kevin Daly tell you any different.
Oh, and pre-meds really are evil. I can't hold in my rage any longer. I don't understand the mentality
that allows one to spend so much time with one's nose so firmly to Loudon's words of chemical magic. Good luck having an eventful life.
I want to go with my hometown friend to a Red Sox game next week, but I can't because Harvard is keeping me far too
busy through the 24th of May. Whoever came up with this schedule... you're going to hell!
Seth Bechis!!! I love you!
The foosball table goes the *other* way.
No one knows where prop crew's toolbox is, and no one seems to care because they think that I'm the only tool
they'll ever need. Bastards.
Summer is going to be both boring and pathetically short. If anyone has an inkling for travel between June 12
and Labour Day Weekend... we have some very nice mountains in Albuquerque.
I figured out why I feel so awful every four to five weeks...
I'm not a big fan of the traditional guardian angel idea... anyone who has ever heard me talk about it will tell you
what I think of Touched By An Angel and such ridiculous crap. That isn't to say that some idea of a guardian
spirit doesn't make sense to me. They just aren't these silly glowing women with goofy clothes; they are
young disheveled men taking the bus to an air force base, or alcoholic telephone solicitors too old to be searching
for a party but who need to remember being ten years old and riding a bike with his friends through Harvard
Yard. They are the random people who stop you and tell you that you can't waste your future, that you have to
preserve your gifts to help people... it's so odd as to make you wonder if it really is random, when the timing is
right, when the words are so clear.
Star Wars is everywhere. And I mean everywhere.
The first command on the pico editor screen is Get Help.
I'm going to be living with much more considerate people next year. They could hardly be less
considerate. Perhaps my current roommates will rethink loud late-night trivial pursuit games in the common
room when I get up early tomorrow and blare Ten Thou directly into their sleeping domes. ILLEGITIMUM NON
CARBORUNDUM...
I just realized I have Palatino on my computer... when I was middle school, I never used anything but this wonderful
font. I can't believe I forgot about it until now. It is classy looking, but it makes everything much longer
without looking like it.
In a previous life, I was an Aztec headhunter. I was the greatest hunter in my tribe until I died gloriously
in a battle with the great beast. Very little stuns me in this life.
A week looks a lot like eternity when it looks like hell. Three months of peace are a blowing of wind.
Summer never comes
Bring it on home.