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| When I stay cooped up in one place for too long, I get restless. I discovered that the CCRB closes early during the spring, so I decided to go on a run around campus instead.
There's a desperation about running.
At first, everything is sloppy. You're hesitant to get sweaty, and you don't think you're dressed properly. But when you actually commit to doing this thing, your body and mind undergo a transformation. After awhile, your feet are pounding the pavement like drums synchronized with the beat of your heart. And, if you go fast enough down those slopes near the hospital, you can hear the wind screaming around your ears. [This is real running - none of that iPod stuff.] People will duck and stare as you fly by, but you don't care. They're just blurs. You know that you can stop this nonsense at any time - stop to catch your breath, stop to catch your thoughts. But you know that you can't. Because as long as you're running, your eyes are fixed on the road ahead of you. Do you ever get the feeling that the world is passing you by, and that you're wasting your life? Maybe that's why I like to run, why I like to drive. Because when you're moving, the world is standing still - and life will never catch up to you.
It's rather stupid, isn't it? I ended my run at the same place I started.
But sometimes, the greatest progress is made when you go in circles.
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| There's something about cars and summertime. Jumping in, clicking the ignition, blasting the music, and gunning it...sheer joy. I've gotta say, Briarwood is a lot less shady during the daytime. I've also realized that I've inherited the men of the Jin clans' penchant for blazingly efficient shopping [the main result of which were shoes to replace the house slippers I've been plodding around in]. Next stop was some personal Meijer madness, to fill that gaping hole in the fridge. I thought that I'd try out some recipes before things start getting crazy. We'll see how it goes tonight.
If all else fails, I can always live off that huge coupon book my dad gave me before he left. [Heh.]
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| Finally, after a three-day moving marathon, I'm in. And by "in", i mean that there's a lot of stuff strewn haphazardly around the inside of my sublet, as opposed to outside on the street. This place is a lot quieter and emptier than I thought it would be. The feeling is a strange one, but I suppose I have to get used to it. I guess having a single at S.Quad was somewhat of a precursor, but still. Is this what being "grown up" feels like? Post-grads must be an odd bunch. I miss my parents. It's weird knowing that they're not a 20-minute drive away anymore..more like a 20-hour drive. I miss a lot of people, actually.
But hey, at least I got the internet up. Food comes next, but reaching for my M-Card a minute ago I realized that something was horribly wrong with my meal credits. As in I don't have any.
And the fridge is empty.
Help.
-edit-
Only one solution.
Vroom.
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