Post by Benjamin Giovanni on Oct 1, 2009 0:39:52 GMT
Dear Diary,
This is a very strange place to be. I'm not exactly sure what they put int he water over here, but it seems like everyone I have met so far, with the exception of perhaps two people are very much models. I'm not sure if this is a reflection upon the school? perhaps my mother had to sleep with the head master to get in? I'm not sure.
Today was a good day, psychology was a tad bit boring. I did catch a glance from Susan today though. I'm not entirely sure what she's doing. I believe that it's one of those mating rituals, I wish she would stop. I'm not really up here to date and all the awkward situations it makes for really doesn't interest me.
I enjoy the class, but some of the people are only there because it's a requirement for other situations. I feel that it's a very good class to learn about yourself as well as get to know others.
I'm never sure why I end up writing about class in these things. Well I went for a walk today, I had fun. There was a bird here that had a chirp that was almost harmonious to the ears, I sat and watched it for sometime before it flew off, the freedom it must have.
The place is nice, and so are most of the people, with the exception of a few. Still learning all the technobable that they have going on around here. I enjoy the computer and the infinite resources that it provides to us. I really just don't think that you should live your whole life in a chat room. I think that you should enjoy it, but it's the future.
Oh, I had almost forgot. Joselyn and I talked on the computer the other night, she seems very nice. She has some wit to her; I enjoy her witty charm. She seems to be the only person who I've actually made a friendship with; we enjoy the same things, almost. I still maintain that Bogart was better than Grant, I shall never be moved on that point, his trademark scar and lisp gave him a distinctive feel more so than any other actor. Oh, right. I guess you could say that we enjoy the same things, I'm not sure if you can only meet a person once or twice and then in a chat room and then you are friends? I'm not sure either way, I've got her number. Which is one up for me, usually women just throw their numbers at me, I doubt she has any idea about my parents. I'm not saying that is such a bad thing.
Why is it I end up trying to write down my thoughts and I put them into a diatribe that no one else reads but myself. I wonder if this is what others do? who knows, I'm content in it.
Sometimes I wonder, do people like me for who I am? or do they see the suit and tie and just immediately assume that I've got money and want to get close to me. Why is the saying 'always follow the rich white guy' ? why isn't it follow the snobby white chick? I guess it makes sense, I've not been to a party or really off campus in the fear of getting lost, I know that my phone has GPS on it, but that would just get me even more lost.
I ramble on too much. I should probably go to sleep. It's always end up writing a lot more than my everyday thoughts, I suppose I jumble them into one.
Signed,
Benjamin Alexander Giovanni.
This is a very strange place to be. I'm not exactly sure what they put int he water over here, but it seems like everyone I have met so far, with the exception of perhaps two people are very much models. I'm not sure if this is a reflection upon the school? perhaps my mother had to sleep with the head master to get in? I'm not sure.
Today was a good day, psychology was a tad bit boring. I did catch a glance from Susan today though. I'm not entirely sure what she's doing. I believe that it's one of those mating rituals, I wish she would stop. I'm not really up here to date and all the awkward situations it makes for really doesn't interest me.
I enjoy the class, but some of the people are only there because it's a requirement for other situations. I feel that it's a very good class to learn about yourself as well as get to know others.
I'm never sure why I end up writing about class in these things. Well I went for a walk today, I had fun. There was a bird here that had a chirp that was almost harmonious to the ears, I sat and watched it for sometime before it flew off, the freedom it must have.
The place is nice, and so are most of the people, with the exception of a few. Still learning all the technobable that they have going on around here. I enjoy the computer and the infinite resources that it provides to us. I really just don't think that you should live your whole life in a chat room. I think that you should enjoy it, but it's the future.
Oh, I had almost forgot. Joselyn and I talked on the computer the other night, she seems very nice. She has some wit to her; I enjoy her witty charm. She seems to be the only person who I've actually made a friendship with; we enjoy the same things, almost. I still maintain that Bogart was better than Grant, I shall never be moved on that point, his trademark scar and lisp gave him a distinctive feel more so than any other actor. Oh, right. I guess you could say that we enjoy the same things, I'm not sure if you can only meet a person once or twice and then in a chat room and then you are friends? I'm not sure either way, I've got her number. Which is one up for me, usually women just throw their numbers at me, I doubt she has any idea about my parents. I'm not saying that is such a bad thing.
Why is it I end up trying to write down my thoughts and I put them into a diatribe that no one else reads but myself. I wonder if this is what others do? who knows, I'm content in it.
Sometimes I wonder, do people like me for who I am? or do they see the suit and tie and just immediately assume that I've got money and want to get close to me. Why is the saying 'always follow the rich white guy' ? why isn't it follow the snobby white chick? I guess it makes sense, I've not been to a party or really off campus in the fear of getting lost, I know that my phone has GPS on it, but that would just get me even more lost.
I ramble on too much. I should probably go to sleep. It's always end up writing a lot more than my everyday thoughts, I suppose I jumble them into one.
Signed,
Benjamin Alexander Giovanni.