So this weekend was fun. I met a lot of nice college kids that go to UGA and made myself welcome in so many apartments in one night that I could possibly be entitled to some sort of award. In retrospect, I probably came off a bit…sloppy… but I had a lot of fun, a lot of laughs, and a lot of eye candy. In other words, it was a successful weekend. Back on campus, life has been dull. Saturday night I did not sleep. I started that movie I wanted to make- consider a moving rough-draft to my book that has its own sound track. Afterwards I went and took some pictures outside around campus. Climbing the fire escapes at 4 in the morning probably made me look like I was on acid, but it did result in some choice pictures. Now that my creativity is flowing more freely, I feel much better about myself and life. Next step: Start writing again. I’ll probably start with poetry again, dabbling in different forms I’m not accustomed to. This is actually fun for me and I need to get back into it. Another aspect of my life that I need to conquer is I really need to get back into the gym. I do live in NJ during the summer and beach season is quickly approaching. And now that Tony is THINNER then me, I just know I’ll be at the beach a lot. Besides, it’s time for me to get more comfortable in my body. Now Tyrone wants me to meet him 9 tomorrow, but I have a meeting for the debate so I can’t which will make this the 2nd time I blow him off. Now say what will you will about Tyrone, I still feel bad.
Anyway, tomorrow is also the day of groveling. Mass amounts of e-mails will be sent to mass amounts of professors in hopes that they will be very gracious and understanding. OH! And I can’t forget Rachel’s insistence on researching a counselor around here. Yes, must do.
Anyway, I’ve been awake now for only 11 and 1/2 hours but I have class in 7 1/2 hours, so that rounds out to… I should soon go to bed? I don’t think I’ve gone to bed before 2 at all this semester but I surely haven’t gone to bed before 3 or 4 in the past 3 weeks. Namely because I have acquired this wonderful taste of insomnia. For instance, I went to bed this morning at 8 am. Staying up all night was in no way difficult for me and I didn’t fall asleep right away either! I laid in bed for probably 20 minutes. I only slept 8 hours (the healthy amount) before getting up and showering and all that jazz. I don’t see the relevance in this paragraph at all, but maybe you will.
Well, I’ll wrap it up since I’m only writing because I’m watching As Good as it Gets and I like to do things while I watch movies… apparently.
One last thing: You left me way before I ever left you. I love you. I miss you. I wish you would come back to me. But I know that’s very improbable. Just know, wherever you are, however deeply you are hidden- I still love you.
Now that folks is sad.