It was heaven to abstain
And keep my sinful greed at bay;
But when my efforts were in vain,
I had great pleasure anyway.

Heinrich Heine

I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to read the Communist Manifesto.

The less you are, the more you have; the less you express your own life, the greater is your alienated life-the greater is the store of your estranged being.

Karl Marx

My lonely song.  I just want to go to Paris and do this.

Dilemmas.

Don’t get me wrong I love my roommate.  But I’m beginning to realize how much of my social life is devoted to her.  And when she talks about our friends, I can’t help but feel that all this boy talk is like being in high school all over again.  I think I’m missing out.  And a little distance might be better. After all, I don’t think weekends should be all about hooking up. In fact, it should be about meeting new people and getting to know them.  And when I look around, I barely know anyone at all.  

May the bridges I burn light the way.

That ironic moment when you have to choose working on your scholarship over homework…:[

First weekend of relaxation since coming to Vassar!

I didn’t realize how much I am always dependent on my roommate.  When she wants to party, we party. When she wants to eat, we eat. When she’s bored, I drop my work and help her figure out her love life. It’s part of my personality being a doormat and honestly, I don’t really resent it. But when she sleeps, I love that I get to do whatever the hell I want. Maybe having a single next year will be healthy after all.  Either way, I am currently wearing my cat hat, my winter socks from grandma, and reading Marx by the artificial fire that is my lamp.  Sometimes, I feel like I live for these moments. :]

Stress is great…NOT

I didn’t realize how much I missed singing jazz. Wow. Could it be love? ;]

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