Things you’ll never hear at Houghton:

“I told him I couldn’t be his boyfriend–I’m not reboundage!  Besides, like I said to him, I’m just not his kind of man.”

Elmira may have whacky purple road salt, but it does have a variety of interesting characters.

Yes, I’m here, at the computer, thinking about the neuropathology of juvenile delinquents, though, mostly, I’m thinking about how my life got to be so remarkably pathetic.  I’m tired and bored and…bored.  I called Sharon today, and we had absolutely nothing to talk about.  Is this the way it goes?  You just eventually no longer have anything in common with anyone?  And then what?  Do people actually just go through life without relationships?

I am also beginning to really notice the lack of young adults in this area.  Possibly because most have enough brain cells left to flee at the first opportunity(April 2007.  We will have a grand party when I graduate with my master’s degree, and then I will be on a plane to somewhere I actually want to be.) , or maybe because most of the people here seem to have married young.  This disturbs me.  What is it about people who want to get married at 21 or 22?  Do they simply have nothing else left to do? 

I would really like to go do something exotic.  Instead, I’m going to give up this grumbling, and go to Subway and grab some dinner, then come back and go to my Shakespeare class until 9, then go home and collapse into bed for an ridiculously short amount of time, and leave home tomorrow to go to work before the sun rises–and then do it all over again tomorrow.

If you need me, I shall be having a nervous breakdown…