March 21, 2006
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disillusion in spring (or, trip hangover)
Dear America's Funniest Home Videos,
Why do you choose relatively unfunny videos for the three $10,000 finalists? I saw at least three clips in your humorous birthday cake segment that made me laugh harder than your finalists did combined. For example, when the baby sat in her birthday cake, or when a rubber chicken popped out of the woman's cake and scared her. Why did a man struggling to bench press a very heavy dumbell make it to the finals instead? What are your criteria? Just curious.
Warmest regards,
Parker James Givan
So, I hate school right now. I still enjoy Geography, but I'm not going to be a German major anymore. I'd still like to keep it as a minor and go study abroad if I can, but I just can't take all this subjunctive genetive participle nonsense any longer. I'm not looking forward to a job with German anymore anyway. ::sigh:: What am I looking forward to? Honestly, just... travelling and you... should I even BE a student right now? I'm not even half way (130/500 German words) into a paper that's due at 12:20 tomorrow and I can't even force myself to do it. I can't even muster enough determination. Ugh. Maybe I'm not cut out for this... it's only Tuesday.
I'm getting sick and it's going to snow again.
What is wrong with me... we just talked two hours ago and I'm already jonezing... I firmly believe in love's powers of addiction. I am in WITHDRAWAL. I can not think of anything but a time and place in which we can be together. Not for a week. Not for a month. For years and years and years. A time and place where I can support you and you can support me. We can love and support one another and that'd be all we need. Am I naïve? Does such a place and time exist? If it does, I can't hold out for it for much longer. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get us there as immediately as possible. If it doesn't... I don't want to even begin to think about if it doesn't. But the roadblocks consume me.
Mike just called this a "trip hangover." I guess that's very accurate. I'm trying to find a way to dispute it but I can't... I guess I'm a major alcoholic then, cuz all I do is dream of the next time, and dread the time in between. Is that healthy? All I can say is that it majorly sucks ass that things are such right now that I have them.
...You know what... I'm over it. I think it will pass completely when the next fix is scheduled. Time to write my paper.
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Love is an addiction. Withdrawal is horrible.
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