Monday
Back in my room waiting for my friend to come to join me for a cup of tea. Listening to Natasha Beddingfield singing "I wanna have your babies". Oh I miss that feeling, and I am scared of becoming obsessed with trying to find it. I don't want to force feelings. I want in to hit me in the back of my head, this is when the people that know me says that I would never let that happen because I am a control-freak. I would try to contest that, but would fail. It is not my fault, it is called being emotionally retarded. Sort of. But I know worse people than myself, so I can justify my coldness with that.
I had my international studies class today, and a girl said something along the lines with: some people say that the Soviet Union was not really communism in the way that Marx described it. The way she phrased it made it seem like she was revealing this hidden truth for the rest of the class. PATHETIC.
At this level, I thought those people would have learned to shut up. No, now I am being mean. I just cannot understand how anyone can have lived in that much isolation that they think that the rest of the world are not aware of such an obvious part of history. It has been bugging the whole afternoon, and I have no idea why I am letting this get to me. Now it is at least out of my system. I might start watching Lost.
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