September 19th, 2008

suffocating in here

The soul of another man is a dark forest.

Next week's going to be horrible. Stats test, a couple Russian grammar quizzes, Drama paper, Drama precis, Public Speaking speech... ew. I think this calls for large amounts of alcohol and/or junk food. (I'm joking about the alcohol... but not the junk food. Sigh. So we meet again, obesity.)

Today, on the other hand, should be fairly uneventful. I still have three classes to go, but I'm more or less prepared for all of them. I may stay on campus to work on the Drama precis, but that's totally up in the air. I'm really in the mood to go home and pass out. Come to think of it, I'm always in the mood to go home and pass out. What's with that?

Oh! Today's Talk Like A Pirate Day. I'm going to try my hardest to talk like a pirate... in Russian. Arrgh, druz'ya!

From Turgenev's "A Month in the Country":

NATALYA PETROVNA. Oh, not a bit, believe me! You can't judge him by what. . . anyone like us would feel in his place. You see he's not at all like us, Rakitin. That's where we go wrong, my dear, we study ourselves very carefully and then imagine we understand human nature.
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Old friends.

Right after I wrote my last entry and headed off to Public Speaking, I ran into Kendal. Kendal was one of the first friends I made at Truman. He lived next door to me freshman year and we were some of the only people in our hall who didn't drink or go to church. Of course, that's because he's my complete opposite - very conservative, very Mormon - but we got along great. After freshman year we haven't really hung out much, but we always stop and chat when we run into one another. We are going to hang out sometime this year, which should be interesting. We'll have to go on a walk for old time's sake.

He's a great guy, and I'm incredibly grateful that I had someone like him my freshman year. I was so depressed and lonely and mentally unstable that I don't know what would have happened if I hadn't become friends with him. (And Amanda, but that's another entry.)

He's getting married in January. How weird is that? I remember when he complained about never having a girlfriend and how girls always saw him as a friend and not as anything more. I always complained about the same thing, although the sentiment behind it was not necessarily the same. Jesus. When the hell did we grow up?
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