now that i’m all expaty, i mostly check two websites to stay connected to chambana:
CU missed connections, http://chambana.craigslist.org/mis/
and
juicycampus
which i’m not going to link, because it brings sadness and more stupidity into the world. whereas missed connects gives hope, warms the heart better than a cup of hot chocolate, and induces that annoying (but uncontrollable) ‘awwing’ thing girls do.
i also read smilepolitely.com from time to time.
went to lunch today with the lady i almost worked for, wish i worked for. we had the kind of conversation i always want to have: candid and meaningful, and realistically optimistic. if i write a movie about my life, i would make it so that i didn’t stay up until 4 in the morning the night before, getting near no sleep, and bumble through the conversation.
i asked her, is life just regularly being pushed down by tough situations, and you either get back up and be better at it next time, or get broken?
‘i don’t think you’re breakable’
she doesn’t think i’m breakable.
most of you already know that i got chucked out of the place i live with a day’s notice, followed by a string the length of the great wall of other horrible things that happened with the last three day. i have little interest in recounting them right now, maybe at a later date, when they will seem quaint and amusing. either way, 19 sounds too young to be a grownup, and i’ve always kind of treated myself as a grownup, and now i just wish i weren’t.
but i think this is one doodle that can’t be undid.
once they have your consent, you’re stuck in grownup land forever.
i’m going to find a really quiet church and sit, and maybe sleep, for a long time.
