Sunday, May 01, 2005
 someone once told me that one is the loneliest number. or maybe it was a song im not too sure.
i smacked him and said shutthefuckup. no one with internet access ever has any excuse to be lonely. ever. theres just way too much porn out there, even for discriminating tastes such as myself.
theres a magazine out there that would like you to think that theres more on the interent than just news sports porn, but since these are the only things that 18-35 yo males give two shits about, too fucking bad.
oh, and Volume 2 does not give away any free advertising. bitches.
on friday night, the last night of classes, the biggest party night of the year, paris and her roommate came by my place at one in the morning. they were looking for me and they were sober. i was not and i wasnt home either. paris apparently didnt understand the part about us being on a 'break,' the part about not contacting me until she got her fucked up life figured out. cuz frankly, id be perfectly happy if i never spoke to her again.
shes talking to her ex again. good for her. turkish is fucking the waitress from bedz and he partied with a stripper in raleigh last night, and ive spoken all of five words to him since tuesday. good for him. which leaves me, sitting here, in this library, studying and writing and doing this paper and not really giving a damn about either of them. paris and turkish, that is. its a cold cold place to be, but focusing on what needs to get done comes at a price.
its like the world outside of plato and acquinas and mortgage rates and investment risk analysis doesnt really exist right now. kinda scary, but books are never something to be afraid of.
i dont know how things are going to be. in about a week, this so called life called a year in college will be done. like at the end of goodfellas when ray liotta goes from the gangsta life to the middle of suburbia and he is bored to tears. i could never be bored to tears, but suburbia, north carolina is pretty damn boring. i dont know what im gonna do with myself until june 1, the date of the Return to Chapel Hill. i think bob said it best:
good friends we've had, or good friends friends we've lost
along the way
in this great future you cant forget your past
so dry your tears, i say.
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry!
'ere, little darlin', don't shed no tears:
No, woman, no cry.
posted by accident at 6:55:00 PM +
 
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