Firstly, I'd like to state that #4 has to do with the fucked up weather here, and the near-instant death that comes from thinking about walking outside on that ice/water mix. #3 comes from my stupidity regarding bringing up a sore spot of mine regarding the stupid and dysfunctional sexual politics of RIT to someone who is on the other side, and yet a good friend of mine. She threatened to never speak to me again. And #1 comes from the stupid fucking kids across the hall, who wake up Eric and James (the kids who live on the other side of my apartment) every fucking day with techno that goes through the wall. It is a little too loud to listen to comfortably after it goes through his wall (which I think is load-bearing). They consistently have parties that go on far beyond 3am, which stink up the entire building with cigarette smoke and cheap booze.
I remember E. B. White said something about hating his journal because when he looked to it for facts about a particular incident, he found only his feelings. When he looked for how he felt about a thing, he found only facts. Then he said something about there were only a few golden nuggets of truth that kept him from burning the damn thing.
That said, don't use my LJ as the only way to determine my character. I'd hate being guy represented by my LJ. Thank you for your comments, and have a nice day!
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branchandroot
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Date: 2003-04-05 04:56 pm (UTC)#3 comes from my stupidity regarding bringing up a sore spot of mine regarding the stupid and dysfunctional sexual politics of RIT to someone who is on the other side, and yet a good friend of mine. She threatened to never speak to me again.
And #1 comes from the stupid fucking kids across the hall, who wake up Eric and James (the kids who live on the other side of my apartment) every fucking day with techno that goes through the wall. It is a little too loud to listen to comfortably after it goes through his wall (which I think is load-bearing). They consistently have parties that go on far beyond 3am, which stink up the entire building with cigarette smoke and cheap booze.
I remember E. B. White said something about hating his journal because when he looked to it for facts about a particular incident, he found only his feelings. When he looked for how he felt about a thing, he found only facts. Then he said something about there were only a few golden nuggets of truth that kept him from burning the damn thing.
That said, don't use my LJ as the only way to determine my character. I'd hate being guy represented by my LJ. Thank you for your comments, and have a nice day!
::hug::
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