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26 March 2004 13:18

i feel a distinct lack of purpose in my life now that i'm done with my thesis.

this the the first time in a long time that ive had my work for the week done by friday. i dont have huge assignments hanging over me for the weekend, just reading and writing poetry. and i can handle that, ill have lots of time on the bus to and from the ncaa hockey tournament.

but in the wake of my thesis and all that busyness, a lot of different feelings have rushed up to fill the vacuum left in my head. and almost all of these feelings are angry, negative, and bitter. frustrations with people, frustrations with notre dame. i want to be busy again, just so i dont have to deal with the fact that im not entirely happy here. ((but im almost out!! im almost out!!))

so i have all this physical energy, and im going to get on a bus where ill be trapped for a few hours until i finally get off in the (bustling?) metropolis of grand rapids michigan. ive always wanted to spend a friday night with friends in grand rapids, michigan.

oooohhhhhhh, i wanna get out of the midwest.

plus, im reading the waste land by t.s. eliot. a sure recipe for uplifted spirits, right? right.