Tuesday, January 04, 2005 // 11:48 PM

i'm not saddened and i don't miss you, cos i have moved on too.

i suppose the people in my og, who im probably never going to have the opportuniy to associate with again, are pretty nice. more the guys, because they actually talk, and one girl, hype-hilarious-blatant that i could have sworn would be in arts. i'm the only arts student in my og. i'm not saying i dont expect to be one of the more noisy people in orientation. but ma laughs at me when i say, it is tiring to be happy. i can imagine myself doing this for a few days more, and then. never again.

i'm sick shit of jc already, but things can only stand to get better. a teacher asked me to dye my hair back yesterday, and since she was so nice about it i decided to be nice and compliant. and, uh. dye my hair something-close-to-black, by mistake.

and im wondering what the humanities prog people will be like, because i am worrying about having no one interesting around me. the problem with interesting in my books is that it's usually an indication of a strong personality, something which i could come to love or come to hate.

somehow or other i've become more prosaic, which is queer, which is unexpected. and i can't imagine trying to do another unseen poem, some time next week. what i think, literature is the more frivolous, history is the more pointless. so bully for me to be in love with them both.