Eurotrip
It's been a couple of day since I've last written and the Dardybums is understandably pissed. I was amiably listening to music when she sauntered in and demanded a talk. A talk was stressed, sort of like what you would expect to hear when a particularly close girl is about to stomp all over your jugular. Of course there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth, but this entry has come about.
So, what prevented Jon from writing? Wasn't one of his goals to emulate Ernie Pyle and write over a thousand words a day? Well, I have been writing over a thousand words a day, just not in this journal entry. I'm thinking that what happened was while I was away on break, I broke my writing rhythm. And, breaking any rhythm is not considered a good thing. Bad shit happens when rhythm is broken, like white rappers and Hassid reggae singers. I could very well begin to write again, however, I don't think my life is conductive for a thousand words. I'm hitting some kind of arbitrary target and because it takes time and effort to make such an entry, I find myself putting it off in favor of, what at the time seems to be, better things. So, I'm killing my arbitrary thousand word minimum floor in favor of constant updates. I will at least try to keep everything over five hundred words, but I can't promise daily thousand word entries. Hey. At least I'll be writing.
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I have this pen pal from Lativa. She has decided that I am the man for her. How she came to that conclusion, I'm not sure, but she must be pretty damned desperate. No woman should end up with a guy like me. The qualities that make me a perfectly wonderful friend, or a magnificent fuck bud, also make me a bad boyfriend. Sure, I do the romance thing and I do the together thing, but I'm so damned independent that if I feel that there's any chance I'm being pinned-down, I turn into a major asshole. Yeah, bitch, don't clip my wings. I have considered telling my Latvian love that I am not relationship material, but she has been sending me pictures. Let me tell you, this woman is hot. It's kind of funny because she first wrote me begging a disregard for her ugliness. I'm sitting there thinking that if she's ugly by Latvian standards, Latvian women must be so smoldering that mortal man wandering near them is overcome by insane fappage.
Blondie and I were supposed to go on a road trip this spring break (March 11-21st), but events conspired against that. Blondie decided that North Carolina was better than a road trip that would've taken us down to Georgia, and across to Arizona. I can't blame him. He has women in North Carolina waiting with red cheeks and open legs. That left me with substantial money and no place to go. Well, I'm thinking that there's a very hot woman in Latvia waiting for me, and I've never been to Europe. So, Jon very well might be going to Latvia for Spring Break. My Latvian adventure is dependent on two things: her approval, and the arrival of my substantial money. If said money is late, I'm instead going to France, which is much more affordable than the Baltic countries. Either way, I'm going to Europe this spring break. A few people have mentioned that they are willing to accompany me to Paris. I'm talking cheap accommodations here, folks. Hospitals and the road. If y'all can deal, and if y'all can deal with the possibility of a last minute ticket purchase, we game. In the mean time, I need to acquire a passport. I shall do that some time this week.
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I have been strangely tired this week. Perhaps it was all the partying I did this weekend, without the extra sleep that is usually attached to excessive drinking, or perhaps it's the fact that even though I was careful to plan only afternoon classes, extraneous events have conspired to make me wake up at 8am every day. So, yeah, I have been taking a teaching class on the side. I'm not entirely confident in my teaching skills (Yes, even I lack confidence sometimes) and I want to brush them up before taking on the responsibility of entire classrooms. See, most teachers prepare for this by student teaching. I, as a lowly and shitty philosophy major, do not have that luxury. Hence, with some wrangling, the Professorwhoshallnotbenamed let me into her teaching class. Thus, Jon rises in the morning and no one's happy, especially me.
I thought my schedule would be nice, but it appears to be hectic. My selection to the All-Greek dance squad has eaten my Tuesday 9-11pm until April, and I am on the Fraternity Volleyball team. That takes up my Monday and Wednesday nights. I'm in class all day, and I have activities at night. This is in addition to the reading course-load several senior level philosophy classes offer. I need to also write my senior thesis on some aesthetic bullshit. So, I won't have as much room to breathe as I thought. On the plus side, I enjoy staying busy. I was going nuts sitting on my ass all last week.
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I'm off to wrangle money from my old job. That's a story for another time. Suffice to say, we are not happy people.
So, what prevented Jon from writing? Wasn't one of his goals to emulate Ernie Pyle and write over a thousand words a day? Well, I have been writing over a thousand words a day, just not in this journal entry. I'm thinking that what happened was while I was away on break, I broke my writing rhythm. And, breaking any rhythm is not considered a good thing. Bad shit happens when rhythm is broken, like white rappers and Hassid reggae singers. I could very well begin to write again, however, I don't think my life is conductive for a thousand words. I'm hitting some kind of arbitrary target and because it takes time and effort to make such an entry, I find myself putting it off in favor of, what at the time seems to be, better things. So, I'm killing my arbitrary thousand word minimum floor in favor of constant updates. I will at least try to keep everything over five hundred words, but I can't promise daily thousand word entries. Hey. At least I'll be writing.
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I have this pen pal from Lativa. She has decided that I am the man for her. How she came to that conclusion, I'm not sure, but she must be pretty damned desperate. No woman should end up with a guy like me. The qualities that make me a perfectly wonderful friend, or a magnificent fuck bud, also make me a bad boyfriend. Sure, I do the romance thing and I do the together thing, but I'm so damned independent that if I feel that there's any chance I'm being pinned-down, I turn into a major asshole. Yeah, bitch, don't clip my wings. I have considered telling my Latvian love that I am not relationship material, but she has been sending me pictures. Let me tell you, this woman is hot. It's kind of funny because she first wrote me begging a disregard for her ugliness. I'm sitting there thinking that if she's ugly by Latvian standards, Latvian women must be so smoldering that mortal man wandering near them is overcome by insane fappage.
Blondie and I were supposed to go on a road trip this spring break (March 11-21st), but events conspired against that. Blondie decided that North Carolina was better than a road trip that would've taken us down to Georgia, and across to Arizona. I can't blame him. He has women in North Carolina waiting with red cheeks and open legs. That left me with substantial money and no place to go. Well, I'm thinking that there's a very hot woman in Latvia waiting for me, and I've never been to Europe. So, Jon very well might be going to Latvia for Spring Break. My Latvian adventure is dependent on two things: her approval, and the arrival of my substantial money. If said money is late, I'm instead going to France, which is much more affordable than the Baltic countries. Either way, I'm going to Europe this spring break. A few people have mentioned that they are willing to accompany me to Paris. I'm talking cheap accommodations here, folks. Hospitals and the road. If y'all can deal, and if y'all can deal with the possibility of a last minute ticket purchase, we game. In the mean time, I need to acquire a passport. I shall do that some time this week.
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I have been strangely tired this week. Perhaps it was all the partying I did this weekend, without the extra sleep that is usually attached to excessive drinking, or perhaps it's the fact that even though I was careful to plan only afternoon classes, extraneous events have conspired to make me wake up at 8am every day. So, yeah, I have been taking a teaching class on the side. I'm not entirely confident in my teaching skills (Yes, even I lack confidence sometimes) and I want to brush them up before taking on the responsibility of entire classrooms. See, most teachers prepare for this by student teaching. I, as a lowly and shitty philosophy major, do not have that luxury. Hence, with some wrangling, the Professorwhoshallnotbenamed let me into her teaching class. Thus, Jon rises in the morning and no one's happy, especially me.
I thought my schedule would be nice, but it appears to be hectic. My selection to the All-Greek dance squad has eaten my Tuesday 9-11pm until April, and I am on the Fraternity Volleyball team. That takes up my Monday and Wednesday nights. I'm in class all day, and I have activities at night. This is in addition to the reading course-load several senior level philosophy classes offer. I need to also write my senior thesis on some aesthetic bullshit. So, I won't have as much room to breathe as I thought. On the plus side, I enjoy staying busy. I was going nuts sitting on my ass all last week.
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I'm off to wrangle money from my old job. That's a story for another time. Suffice to say, we are not happy people.
posted by Jon at 9:45 PM
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