A higher inspiration
11/12/2004 08:46 p.m.
Well well well, what a week it has been. Now I'm sitting here, finally sober, on the second afternoon of homecoming week here at the top party school, University of Florida. This week was just one of those weeks that confessionalist poets love...I had so many heart wrenching lows and so many manic highs in about a 9 day period. First off I just want to say how fucked up dating around is...it's really fucking hard. I don't know about other people, but I usually end up infatuated with one person, usually the one I can not have at the moment, and then I can not decide how to split my time among the others because they are all great in their own ways. So anyways my poetry teacher now knows that I've shown up to class high at times, especially last wednesday...I just couldn't muster the energy to go anywhere without the help of marijuana; I was so dejected and miserable after Kerry's concession. And then this week was insane in class, all we seemed to talk about was sex and drugs (and apparently I am the sex, drug poet in class, or at least that is what they associate me with because some of my poems that I've turned in for workshopping are vivid in detail regarding sex and drug use.) It was fun though, even if the workshops aren't very helpful (there's only a few poets in the class, the rest are...just unexplainable, but definitely not poets.) Wow, I've used a lot of parenthesis in this post. Anyways, I have someone trying to tell me I was a dick last nite because I couldn't drive them somewhere due to my being high(I don't blame them, I was pretty dicky...)
I am currently Overwhelmed
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