If I were serious about finding my own Calcutta, I would stop worrying about myself so much. It's tough, what with school and bills and SO MANY EFFING injuries, but life was never supposed to be easy, was it? Sometimes I wonder if I would've enjoyed eating fruit in the Garden of Eden... sounds mad boring to me, to be perfectly honest.
So in other news, I'm reading through "A Clockwork Orange" in 20th-Century Lit and it's honestly one of the most disturbing pieces of writing I've ever read. I also can't put it down, which scares me and tells me something about myself that I'm not sure I care to know.
Djordje, you don't know how much you destroyed my thumb last summer.
Je n'aime pas university politics... student council is just a bunch of Greeks who get votes from all their Greek friends. I wish that community could return to the TRUE meaning of fraternities and sororities. But no matter... my thumb hurts and that's all I care about right now.