inreaction

…my tweets.

life’s been moving along, but i’ve mostly been holding onto it by random fingers grasping at the caboose as it runs away oh so quickly. weeks are a blend of beast, bruin, law, pre-law, sexual representation, and architecture. all of these things are good, in their own way, so the mix can’t be that bad.

the headaches are back, but it’s obviously just from a lack of rest. i’m hoping to find some mid days where i can just call it quits on the day and crash. won’t happen for awhile though. tomorrow promises trip to arch prof’s house then straight to beast then straight to a meeting which will involve long long elections. wednesday is law school early until class until law school later until meeting at a bar. thursday i’m a beast again and friday morning i will be savoring sleeping in. don’t call me on friday morning.

i know complaining is pathetic when the complaints are so mundane. but i just need to grumble and i’d rather grumble online (though i must get better at shutting myself up in public). no one likes the kid who is busy and hates himself for it.

the weather is gloom. i ordered a watch that i don’t need with a band i definitely don’t need. but maybe someone will like it and then i’ll smile and say thank you. maybe my smile will make someone else smile, or maybe my thank you will be greeted with a you’re welcome and the conversation will be over. in any case there is no need to socratize retail.

odd times. seems every day someone asks me when/how/why/what new york. i dont’ know when i’m moving. i have vague ideas about why. and i don’t want to talk about it. i don’t want to think about it.

i’m also tired of getting called small. when did people suddenly realize i wasn’t lew alcindor?

i wish i could read all day. nymag, the new yorker, i want it all. but i don’t want an ipad, so please don’t send one in.

back to the class discussion board that no one has posted on yet. slackers.