Common Sense

Honor Principle. Fucking Jerks.

Someone straight up stole my entire pack of Heath Candy Klondike Bars from the fridge in the common room. Not cool, man. It's not even the absence of the ice cream, because, you know, whatever, I can live without it, but the simple fact that someone took it... sucks ass. What happened to the Honor Principle? Seriously.

And I don't want to be that girl who asks people who stole her shit. But god god damnit damnit I'm upset.

On a side note, the Hum lecture this morning was odd... all of us were pretty exhausted from our late night music/chill fest... but the lecturer kept repeating words... and phrases... and not just for emphasis, but restating the same phrase the same way every few sentences. Allie summed it up with "ok, thanks Rainman..." It was too weird, he had this really hypnotic voice and all we were hearing was "In book 24 he accepts his fate accepts his fate and returns to the battle, filled with rage filled with rage."

I have no desire to write this. I don't know... This place is weird. I love it, don't get me wrong, but it just feels... like it's always raining dichotomies. You can't judge but you will be judged if you judge. You can't work too hard but you cant get through life here without killing yourself.

I hate the past and all his lies and all his advances and all his promises and all his love. Fuck you. In my mind, you stole my ice cream. Maybe now you can give back my heart. Not that I could use it around these parts, but it would be nice to have it back in my posession.

posted by Allison Jones @ Friday, September 08, 2006