It starts off with me in a large line of people, rounded up for some unknown reason. The line ends in a firing squad, gunning down 7 people at a time. (Don’t ask me why 7, it just was.)
The two or three times that I approached the end of the line, however, the shooters would screw up somehow and I’d be reinserted in the line somewhere.
The last time through, some girl that was working for the enemy (which is now what I called the shooters) came over (I think she was actually a sympathizer for our cause…) and started giving me a lap dance. Shortly after, she made it her goal to make me blow.
She unzipped my pants and then I woke up.
Oh, and Red Hot Chili Peppers was playing in the background the entire time.
What the fuck?
(Source: myface-vs-thebottle)
I realize that I don’t post very often.
For this, I apologize.
Right now, I’m in a writing sort of mood.
What am I doing now? Sitting here, relaxing to the sound of Florence and the Machine. I’m thinking about nothing in particular, but not in a particularly good mood. I just thought I’d write a little something to cheer myself up.
You know, now that I’m writing this, I’m feeling less inclined to type. I was going to go into a lot of detail, but now I don’t want to and I think I’m just going to stop.
Goodnight, friends. May cheery thoughts find you in the night and welcome you in the morning.
And it’s not just because I don’t have to do any work. Just being able to catch up on some much-needed sleep at night is nice.
And it’s not as if the classes I skip are even worth going to anyway.
The moral of the story: Classes don’t matter.
you’re sitting in the halls of your dorm, oblivious to the goings-on of the people around you, headphones plugged in, updating your tumblr for the first time in ages.
(A therapeutic rant.)
I’m really not sure what’s going on right now. Every now and then I hear a burst of laughter and I see a person run from room to room. I sit alone here next two a collection of forgotten books and notes, and when I look to my right I see people crowded around the RA’s room, probably poking fun at something drawn on the door.
I’m slowly sinking into a pit of sadness.
I’m not even completely sure about how I feel about each individual that lives on this floor with me. I don’t know any of them that well, and none of them are people that I feel I can properly talk to seriously. There are people here that I wish I really could get to know better, and vice versa. The people I once knew have moved on with their own lives, and I feel like I’m stuck in a rut now, unable to move on.
The longer I know some of the people I’m around every day, the less I like to be around them. It’s not that I don’t like them. I just can’t deal with some of them for extended periods of time. I also can’t help but notice that people are beginning to splinter off into their own little groups and I’m finding that I don’t properly fit into any of them. I’m slowly becoming a smaller and smaller presence in these halls, and because of that I’m starting to find a new side of myself.
I went outside for a walk today, alone, in the rain. I didn’t even bother wearing something with a hood or bringing an umbrella. A simple walk in Pittsburgh by myself in the rain once quite honestly one of the best feelings I’ve had in a while, pre- or post-move in.
I’ve never been a fan of hanging out in large groups of people, and trying to change this has resulted in my mind’s typical response: by the end of the night, I end up feeling alone. Being with groups of people has never ended well for me, and it’s starting to hit me again. I guess I just need to find some time to wander somewhere outside of Lothrop Hall.
Things seemed to have calmed down a bit. My floormates still pass by me, moving to clusters of people a few feet away.
I don’t think people here know how I really feel, but I know one or two of them are following me on tumblr. Maybe this will give them a better idea of who I am in a more serious way.
I should do this more often. I forgot how nice it is to be able to just type and type and type without having to really worry about what I’m saying. I guess this is just a place for me to place my thoughts for future reference and just vent. It might not make that much sense to readers, but whatever. I type whatever I want as I think of it.
Paintings by Ben Grasso
I realize I haven’t been posting much. Not much in my life to report on.
Right now I’m in an online chatroom/music thing with some other people from Pitt.
Yeah.
