Preppy is the New Hipster

or maybe i just miss home. i miss rsk. i know this is lame, but if i cant talk about it here, where can i? only a few people find it unacceptable when i talk about him, so whatever. i miss the comforts of home, which means i miss rsk, the two are so closely related. RSK is one of the biggest comforts of all time. i always know what to expect, when my ego is raging and i just want to be sweetly neglected i know just where to go. i miss hearing his voice. i want to write him a letter telling him if he needs a partner in crime to be unemployed with that he can call me.

i should be really happy. i have a date tonight with some guy that i have been interested in for a while. i'll hate him, i know it. cant you see my transparent safety mechanisms being errected this very moment. goodness i am like the most pathetic creature on the face of the earth. i have this amazing paper to write. the paper is great, i mean the topic is good, the outline is great. my writing is good, but i am too lazy and consumed by my personal life to think about something that is actually bigger and more important than me. this paper is going to help add to the literature to require more rigourous safety checks for aerial bombing campaigns. i would never go as far as to say that it could change the way we conduct international interventions and potential save lives, but there is a real movement in that direction, and i truely believe that as long as people(includeing graduate students) are talking about it, that it will be closer to a realtiy. But noooo, here i am complaining about dates and stuff, missing roberts and feeling sorry for myself drinking a beer in the afternoon, bc im too chicken or scared to do anything else. i feel so bad for myself that i might just have another beer. haha. i still think im funny too.

Also, my head stands are getting better, and i am loving the new yoga studio. how can someone be so fucking lucky and so fucking pathetic.