ok kids, take a deep breath, and let's talk about something normal and mundane like my daily travels. got up at 9am for a 9:50 psych class...got there 20 mins late....damn buses...sat in the back of the lecture hall on the floor, which allowed me to not pay al lot of attention to the lecture. the Dr. has this soothing mr. rogers voice that puts you to sleep. anyhoo, after class, went to the store for some drugs (i have a cold, sillies) and then it was off to Brower (rutgers-speak for one of the dining halls) for lunch. yummy....french fries and mandarin oranges. sat there a while to read the paper, then had to leave. one can only spend so much time in the dining hall before the smell gets to you. i was feeling pretty draggy, so i went to abp (rutgers-speak for au bon pain) for a mocha blast. i need the espresso to get me through expos and theater appreciation. sat some more, drank my liquid caffeine, then off to expos. after expos, theater appreciation. my professor is practically an underground celebrity. founded george st. playhouse, co-founded crossroads (incognito), produces off-broadway stuff...freakin cool, huh? stayed awake through class, and ran into this kid that i know from last year. some interesting stuff went down between us a year ago (another story for another day, dearies). so he apologized and i said that i appreciated the fact that he realized that what he did was fucked up. back to the bus....waited forever for a crowded LX (rutgers-speak for Livingston Express (ha!))...whenever i see crowded buses, i always think of this picture i saw in a social studies book of these people in Japan cramming into a subway, and how they have porfessional "pushers" who help people fit onto the train. so i finally make it back to the dorm, turn on the tv for a bit, turn it off. talked to my buddy andre, and now i'm headed to his house to chill and tune out the world some more. it's not that i don't care, i just can't deal. we're all still trying to wake up and it just isn't fucking happening. and so another boring blog gets posted, but at least it wasn't depressing or anything. i'll make a deal with you guys: from now on, I'll try to find something funny or quirky to think about and give you all to read. today it was the japanese subway thing, tomorrow, who knows? don't i always say that? ok kiddies, i'm signing off for now, and i'll catch ya all on the flipside. peace and love to all (the only things we really need now)
Dear Dad, Who knows why I'm putting this in my ancient blog? Why I'm posting it to the internet. Shouting into the void and simultaneously preserving this forever. I guess it's the easiest way to get my thoughts down. Typing can be easier than writing, and it helps me get the words out faster without editing myself. I think about you every day, and I feel like I have more questions than answers, Something moved me to fire up the blog and write, so here I am. It's been a little over seven months since you've been gone. Thinking about the days and months and years leading up to that point feel like a temporal version of the Stations of the Cross. I don't know where the Beginning of the End actually sits in that timeline, but Christmas feels like a good starting point. The last Christmas that we all spent together. Did the tree fall down at all that year? If it didn't, was it a sign that we missed? My birthday dinner in Newark: Mom usually covers the check,...
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