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| NEXT YEAR'S CLASSES...
Monday/Wednesday/Friday: The day starts at noon with Comparitive
Government + Politics, followed by Physics, followed by Italian
Literature...
Tuesday: Biology at 9:30 am, and a Physics Lab from 1:30-3:30
Thursday: Biology at 9:30 am, and a Biology Lab from 1:30-4:30
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On the positive side, I'm virtually done with divisionals after my
first semester next year (aside from those I will fulfill when I study
abroad, and philosophy, which I am putting off as long as
possible)...so after first semester next year, it's onto Italy and then
a few semesters of taking classes I genuinely love...So in my eyes,
suffering through a few classes that don't seem particularly
interesting <not to mention I know nothing about politics or
physics> isn't such a bad price to pay for how academically awesome
junior and senior year will be. Anyway, a real entry later on!
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| ALMOST A HORROR STORY
ive spent the majority of my weekend lost in greensboro, going to sleep
when its light out both nights. anyway, last night was
particularly strange. my friend kellie and i went rock-climbing
at this indoor place, went out for fondue, and intended to go to some
hot clubs in greensboro where it was "college night." but we got
sidetracked...by the fondue waiter.
we left him our number and decided to hit the clubs anyway, putting off
the decision about whether we would hang out with him till later that
nite. but while we were in the men's bathroom of some random
pizzeria getting pretty, he called us. we collectively agreed
that sketchy as it may be, clubbing is something we can do any weekend,
whereas hanging out with random people only happens every so often.
when we were actually there, i had a really scary experience.
there were 5 of us sitting on the couches chilling out when i pulled
out a knife from between the couch cushions. the older guy, a
white guy living in a predominately black neighborhood, told us it was
just for safety, but it still freaked me out. then the
power went out...so we're sitting there in the pitch black, the wind
howling outside, with people we dont know whatsoever, in some obscure,
scary neighborhood, and there's a bigass knife in our presence.
for some reason, i absolutely panicked. not out loud. but
my mind was racing and my heart was pounding and all these "what-ifs"
uncontrollably presented themselves. i had no idea what the
address of the place was, so what would i even say if i had to call
911? ive never actually been terrified in the true sense of the
word, and while it wasnt pleasant at the time, its such a thrill
afterwards when everything is absolutely fine.
and yes, the nite was SO fine! it ended up being an incredibly
refreshing nite. we lit candles and the guys played guitar and me
and my friend sang. how cool is that? they didnt try to
mack on us or anything. we just listented to music, played music,
and talked. it was just peaceful and relaxing, especially after
worrying about getting murdered.
anyway, its impossible to seek randomness, but i think its important to
break free from the monotony of routine when you have the
opportunity. unfortunately, its time for another loaded week of
work, work, work, which is a reality that has DEFINITELY become too
familiar ...but the end is in sight! summer in so damn soon!
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| he-he-he-he-heeeeeyyyyyyyyy kids! (thats for jeff
williford) anyway, it appears that my xanga has died. see,
here's the problem with xanga: much of what we humans say and do and
think about arent things we want broadcasted over xanga, so in an
effort to interest our fellow subscribers, we occasionally write
superficial entries about things we dont realllyy care or think about,
right?
thats what i do anyway. sometimes i do sit down and contemplate
philosophical concepts, but for the most part, my thoughts seem pretty
typical. i think about homework, grades, hunger, thirst, sex,
sleep, friends...nothing too unusual. so forgive me for not writing
those thoughtful entries i used to a long time ago.
so, this weekend i went home with my roomate. it was a good
time! there's a pretty significant difference between southern
living and midwestern living. i feel like southern life is much
slower-paced, that people are more family oriented and more religious
as well. its a sweet and pleasant feeling. the south is
definitely growing on me. actually, ive even developed a liking
for country music. i swore it would never happen, but country
songs are just simple and happy, and they all seem to tell some sappy,
albeit insignificant, story.
dont worry though! i promise i wont come home all countried-out
or anything. after all, how could i ever forget my jigg
roots? speaking of my roots, whats going on with lil' kim and
jail? im out of the loop, so if you know whats up, let me know!
-al
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| ALMOST SPRING BREAK
I'm coming home in 4 days...I can hardly believe half of my second
semester is over. I think it's a good sign that I'm not counting
down the days like I used to. Truthfully, I would've liked if my
mom had let me go to Florida with my friend Heidi, but going home will
be great too. I want to see lots of people, pretty much everyone
reading this...
It's interesting how for me, there's so many little things I am most
exicted about returning to...My favorite restaurants, Starbucks,
driving my car and blasting music...I guess we take our little habits
and routines for granted when we are actually living them, but when
things are different, perhaps its these little things we once deemed
insignificant that we miss the most...
My mom has been calling me like a madwoman lately! It seems kind
of strange. I mean, I'm about to come home, but she can't wait 4
more days to ask me the things she could just ask me in person. I
have to admit, however, it has been sort of enlightening. If I
was still living at home, I would've been pissed at her telling me I
need to "get my head straightened out," but since I'm not there, her
criticisms seem more acceptable now. I'm not sure why, but it
just works that way for me. She's right- I need some time away
from this element to think about what I'm doing here, what I should be
doing, etc. Being far away has definitely strengthened our
relationship.
Not much more to tell really. Spring break plans
include...writing a paper, job hunting, trying to find summer school
courses that Wake will accept credit for, visiting my friends at U of
I, renting movies, taking baths, bonding with my mom and sister (sooo
excited to see Steph!!), getting black + white mochas everyday at
Starbucks, and you know...finding mischief somehow. Alright,
enough pointlessness and back to work : - /
-al
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