The boiler in the Alan Geale house (where the office and tea room are) is self loathing. At least it is not 20 below, like in Minnesota (suckers!). My body heat will save me, maybe. Acckckc. Ze boiler is a harsh mistress.
There is no point for me to be writing now, but I am bored and class does not start until 11:30. I am wearing mittens, and surprisingly I can still type. This is kind of fun. Tra la lalala. I hope class is warm in the library for comp. And then later for English Short Stories. Have I mentioned that Tuesdays are my long hell days? Well, not hell because I do enjoy writing, it is just going to get interesting.
I must seek to live my life more like Benjamin Franklin's. I must practice chastity and avoid venery to dullness. Do not eat to dulness; do not drink to elevation. Oh Benny, you so silly.
I have been exceedingly restless lately, and borderline euphoric and depressed. At dinner last night I just sat by myself and stared for an hour and a half until Cindy and Amanda joined me. I also drank nearly an entire pitcher of water, which is still causing me to pee.
I wish cafeterias did not make me so weird. I think it all dates back to the weirdness of elementary and the utter shittiness of middle school. Maybe if I would have hung out more in high school I could have been well adjusted. Ha… Manor House?
I did a bit of art last night, but that is not going so well either. I have a doom collage on my door (happy wall… angry door?). A human figure might appear eventually, but for now I am just going to copy some British artist that makes blankets with phrases and shit. I spent an hour cutting out letters to form “Cynicism is the best answer to today's problems” last night. Green construction paper. I might just keep layering phrases until I figure out what the hell I am doing.
I need to get in touch with some people I have been failing at. I need to send a letter to Mel and Jet and send postcards to some Mikes and things. I think I should send something to Angela because she is a cool cat.Miao. Keeping in touch is hard.
Blaergh, enough mittened typing for now, I am going to COMPOSITION £!!) (that's 3110!)
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