Monday, November 9, 2009

Pheromones

A quick disclaimer, this may be the most graphic, creeperesque shit I post, so with that;


Lately I've had an odd fixation on the opposite sex. From time to time, when I'll be in close proximity to an attractive broad, for whatever reason, it's as if I bask in her aura. Something about the female scent is so empowering, alluring.

my Comp Apps professor Mierkewicz claims it's been proven that sex equals power, so perhaps I'm just getting strung along by a biological puppeteer, as my primordial brain hunts for the most convenient mate.

Fuck, lately has been such a mixed bag. School's killing me, I have difficulty managing my time effectively. I need to limit my internet use, it feels like it's gotten a bit out of hand. It's just that I have far too much homework to bullshit around as much as I do.

This last weekend was really fun. Spent a weekend of boozing, many a smoke was had, and it was an all-around good time. I also got to see Where the Wild Things are with Sarah, so that was cool. I miss not being able to hang out with her as much. As cool as this was, especially in contrast with this last school week, it planted a seed of discontent, in a sense. I've felt down for the better part of the day, probably just due to the fact that it feels as if my friends, my "people" are in Redlands, while the relationships I have out here are.. shallow. Perhaps they have yet to develop a bit further, maybe I need to get a bit more outgoing, probably both.

I wish I could appreciate what I have when I have it. I'm envious of a school-free life; working is one thing, it ends when you clock off. School continues even after class, very much so, and it's demanding as hell.

Things will get better, I'm sure, but it bothers me regardless.





I've not dreamt lately.

1 comment:

  1. I made absolutely no friends in California. Closest thing to one was Eli Green, who was a coworker of mine, and also the former drummer of Horse The Band...but I could barely stand to be around his ass half the time.

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