i came home from bulldog days and i went to prom. i clicked the button today. i'm going to yale this fall. which is a blank slate. maybe i will change my name. i don't like my name. it makes me think of old fat white women.
i don't actually have any neurotic tendencies because that would probably require a far more hyperactive brain than i currently have. instead my brain moves slowly, obliviously, and is inexplicably porous.
like at the airport when i yelled "timothy, timothy, come sit with us!" and timothy walks over and says "my name is albert. i met you last night. you're wendy wang from st. louis."
i wonder if they fixed the hammock that i and 5 other coconspirators broke under our collective weight of approximately 750 pounds.
anyway, i think yale is going to give me an inferiority complex. the first thing i noticed when i got there was how OLD all of the buildings are. which surprised me somehow, despite the fact that yale has been around since 1701. which was before america was a country btw. and then the second thing i noticed is that the general population is significantly better looking, smarter, more interesting, and more charismatic than the general population.
my only consolation is that next year i can sit in on classes about literature and read about love.
i came back for p-r-o-m...which is what you would expect it to be. jake sloan is very very tall.
lastly, i would like to note that after an entire week of socializing and mingling, i have discovered the exhaustion of the public life. which isn't to say it's not fun. but to always be meeting people, smiling, saying hello, shaking hands (when did i become old enough to shake hands?), talking, being constantly switched on.
i would like some quiet now.
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