04192010
it is interesting how my last year at new paltz has been so haphazard, quite like my first one. if i could title this year it would be something to the effect of the year that i lived with the painfully dumb and drunken wannabe club kids and the friends who turned out to be satan’s love children with the annoying kid in class who always feels the need to speak at unnecessary moments. or the year that sundays, tuesdays, thursdays, fridays, saturdays, and the occasional but equally painful mondays and wednesdays were spent dreading the night time because my earplugs (having to buy earplugs was bad enough by the way) that block out thirty decibels worth of noise could not drown out the downright shitty top forty sing along’s going on outside of my door mixed with the sound of ping pong balls bouncing off of every surface available. One of my personal favorites is the year i had to deal with extremely small people (physically and mentally) far too much for my liking. there’s always the good old standby, the year i had to listen to people whose normal tone is screaming, as well as the good old circle talking liars who i befriended last year but all of the sudden there was that oh so joyous explanation of “we think it’s better for our friendship if we don’t live together next year”, not to mention the LYING, and the “not living with katie and sam is the best decision i’ve ever made”, oh and the L-Y-I-N-G. currently it is all of that plus the year that my senior thesis TOOK OVER MY BRAIN. seriously, i swear my senior thesis is some sort of alien that has implanted a microchip in my brain THAT WON’T LET ME FOCUS ON ANYTHING BUT AUTISM. actually, that’s not so unusual for me.
by the way, i strongly believe that writing a senior thesis is a process that inspires instant disdain for everyone around you (even more than usual). i have frequently felt the need to add APA citations to this. that can’t be healthy. oh, i’m on new meds, i’m sure no one can tell that by reading all of my angst-ridden descriptions of my year, but i am doing quite well on them. my love/hate relationship with modern medicine is leaning in the direction of love; not only do i feel like i walked out of the cave of endless doom and right into a bright sunshiny day, but i SLEEP at night. well, that is when i do not have to listen to the shit head army marching on outside of my room. SERIOUSLY CAN PEOPLE JUST TALK IN A LOWER TONE?!!?!
in any case, i am extremely tired, mostly because katie and i woke up at around 4AM this morning and worked on our thesis. i’m on page 22, still no real end in sight. my sleeping pill is kicking in and as much as i absolutely adore writing, i like the feeling of my bed a shit ton more.
(Morris, 2010)
