Depressing things about my life...
-I live in a cavelike room that only gets natural light from about 11 AM to 2 PM
-People disappoint me. So much.
-I can't seem to get the smell of cigarette smoke of myself, my clothes, my books, etc.
-Some bastard keeps stealing my food in the fridge
-My roommate is never in the room and no one comes to visit me
-Yesterday I sat in my room for 12 hours straight doing homework without seeing or talking to anyone
-Its freezing cold outside
-I miss Chile
-I have too much homework to do something fun but not enough to not be bored
-I look forward to weekends, but then all my friends do is sit around in someone's room drinking too much
- Oh, and worst of all. My russian translation story for the next month is about a starving little dog:
"But the dog stayed in the doorway. His scalded flank was so painful
that he pressed himself against the cold wall, gasping for breath, and
decided not to move from the spot. He would die in the doorway. Despair
overcame him. He was so bitter and sick at heart, so lonely and terrified
that little dog's tears, like pimples, trickled down from his eyes, and at
once dried up. " (Bukgakov, "Heart of a Dog")
-I live in a cavelike room that only gets natural light from about 11 AM to 2 PM
-People disappoint me. So much.
-I can't seem to get the smell of cigarette smoke of myself, my clothes, my books, etc.
-Some bastard keeps stealing my food in the fridge
-My roommate is never in the room and no one comes to visit me
-Yesterday I sat in my room for 12 hours straight doing homework without seeing or talking to anyone
-Its freezing cold outside
-I miss Chile
-I have too much homework to do something fun but not enough to not be bored
-I look forward to weekends, but then all my friends do is sit around in someone's room drinking too much
- Oh, and worst of all. My russian translation story for the next month is about a starving little dog:
"But the dog stayed in the doorway. His scalded flank was so painful
that he pressed himself against the cold wall, gasping for breath, and
decided not to move from the spot. He would die in the doorway. Despair
overcame him. He was so bitter and sick at heart, so lonely and terrified
that little dog's tears, like pimples, trickled down from his eyes, and at
once dried up. " (Bukgakov, "Heart of a Dog")
posted by Julia | 6:38 PM
1 Comments:
Yikes, it sounds like you have a very acute case of cabin fever. SAVE YOURSELF. GET OUT OF YOUR ROOM NOW! Do your studies in the closest lounge (oh, forget that, it would be full of smoke). Well, you should study in some place that is more public, where there is a chance someone you know might just happen to wonder by so you can visit to break up your time...how about the library?
Hope the weather warms. Then you can do a solo bike ride. Did you ever get your flat tire fixed? Oops all I seem to do is bring up more things you could add to your list. Darn.
Feel better soon. Love from A. Margie
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