the astounding benefits of being open and experimental in every aspect imaginable are finally coming to light. ive since re-ignited that once blazing passion for long and insightful verbal exchanges, and even though i can almost picture you glowering in the dark corners of my oblivion, it ceases to perturb my impenetrable conscience. at this moment, what is wrong or right is left entirely to my own discernment, which could prove to be rather disconcerting to your fragile mind.
2 weeks have past, and since then ive begun to embrace the perks of campus life. social butterfly, i indeed am not. however, those ive had to come into contact with by default have proven to be lovely company. those who stick arnd by choice are the ones who keep me sane during the mad rush of term activities and who inject humour into even the most mundane of circumstances.
fondue by the fountain, bazaars that sprout from virtually nowhere, multiple toilet breaks, staring at pple's noses and attempting to determine the relationship between a nice nose and good looks, rushing thru hmwk and shootin the shit within the 4 walls of the tiny GSRs. this overwhelming double dose of estrogen puts me on an all-time high which keeps me going as calculus floods the mind, thus causing it to reject any inkling of saneness.