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This is more of a cryptic diary entry than anything else. Sorry for being so vague.
Hey you around?
Dad just got back from a trip, bought me this cute hat. You doing okay? How are things?
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Yo! Can you believe this teacher? He's all like "you guys probably didn't study for the exam and did great anyway" but that's not true. I studied for that exam for three days straight nonstop! You didn't take it did you? What have you been up to?
...
Um, you there? not sure what's going on. Are you okay?
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This was like the 3rd or 4th time that the silence went on too long for me in the past few months. It bothers me every time it happens, as if it were the first, as if it were somehow my fault, or that maybe I wasn't worth talking to. I think what's going on is someone's just walking out on their previous life. Moving on, walking out.
Someone else told me today: "friends in the end aren't really worth it, all they do is let you down."
It made me feel cold and alone. Friends don't have to be that way. When they are, you know they're the wrong people for you.
When people walk out on you after you've tried to be good to them, you have to accept that they aren't for you, even if you really want them to be. People don't change as much as you'd like them to. So don't force it. I've always been afraid that I'd be all alone in the world someday because of the experience I had in high school. I know now its not the same on outside world so to speak. I can't be afraid anymore. I just have to accept and move on however hard that is for me right now.
Hey you around?
Dad just got back from a trip, bought me this cute hat. You doing okay? How are things?
....
Yo! Can you believe this teacher? He's all like "you guys probably didn't study for the exam and did great anyway" but that's not true. I studied for that exam for three days straight nonstop! You didn't take it did you? What have you been up to?
...
Um, you there? not sure what's going on. Are you okay?
...
This was like the 3rd or 4th time that the silence went on too long for me in the past few months. It bothers me every time it happens, as if it were the first, as if it were somehow my fault, or that maybe I wasn't worth talking to. I think what's going on is someone's just walking out on their previous life. Moving on, walking out.
Someone else told me today: "friends in the end aren't really worth it, all they do is let you down."
It made me feel cold and alone. Friends don't have to be that way. When they are, you know they're the wrong people for you.
When people walk out on you after you've tried to be good to them, you have to accept that they aren't for you, even if you really want them to be. People don't change as much as you'd like them to. So don't force it. I've always been afraid that I'd be all alone in the world someday because of the experience I had in high school. I know now its not the same on outside world so to speak. I can't be afraid anymore. I just have to accept and move on however hard that is for me right now.
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John
How real can our thoughts become? How far into our own minds can we recede? If I’m sitting at a café typing this and I look up and see a delightful young man grinning down at me confidently, does it actually happen? “What are you writing?” He smiles wider, leaning forward over the computer. I’m startled. I shake my head like I’m trying to wake up from a dream and to push away the hot air from my face from the embarrassment. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” “Do you? Who do I look like?” He looks at me expectantly. I’m trying to remember. Something about the way I write causes me to think of Ayn Rand characters. All of them are these perfect blonde white people, all glittering and gruesomely ‘rational’. “You look like what I picture John Galt would look like.” I’m not particularly proud of that, and he knows it. “Ah well, I guess I’ll be ol’ John-boy today.” He invites himself to sit across from me and the nameless nondescript waitress drops two cups of coffee in front of us. I have a
Sleep Patterns
He's back to sleeping very little,
I'm back to sleeping all the time.
He must know what's going on
but doesn't bother to change the rhythm.
Coffee is drank at any time of the day with no net effect.
It's seven o'clock in the evening. I ask myself, "Is that too early to throw the towel in and just skip to tomorrow?"
Sleep is like one of life's menu options where you can just skip to the end of the day if you see no need to continue frittering away the afternoon.
On the other hand, my friend needs a reverse mechanism where sleeping allows him to restart the game completely,
to regain the days he needs just to make some small headway o
Alistair Internal Monologue
It's very dark out, but I know it's morning from the clock on the shelf. Most people would still be asleep, I could probably walk around in the halls if I wanted to. I'm a bit hesitant considering the security cameras though. It's easy for me to do what I want but if it looks like I'm getting too many ideas about my freedom I could be back in re-training for months.
The very thought of "re-training" fills me with rage. Thoughts of my "re-trained" brother with his eyes stabbed out and bleeding, screaming out in terror is more than I can bear to think about. The poor boy was going through hell because he tried to sing a song in the cafeteria.
Better photos of my sculptures
My friend and TA for my class Eric took these nice photos of my work from the spring semester, they're much better than the photos I have of them. Enjoy!
The Cheerio Tower aka "Perishable"
http://media.virbcdn.com/cdn_images/resize_1024x1024/94/562f26d3542e33a7-IMG_1450.jpg
http://media.virbcdn.com/cdn_images/resize_1024x1024/19/61cec17301652d13-IMG_1447.jpg
http://media.virbcdn.com/cdn_images/resize_1024x1024/68/68903948090b7e72-IMG_14481.jpg
Transition Plaster Work:
http://media.virbcdn.com/cdn_images/resize_1024x1024/51/0529c446e5397506-IMG_0724.jpg
The wood one is already in my gallery and the string one we never really got a good
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