So, summer in Oxford has taught me that I don't know how to handle myself when I don't have work to do and have too much free time. oh, and the fact that this city is devoid of many of the things that i would consider fun. i find it hard to entertain myself when i live in a place so desolate of diversity--a place which discourages it. there are no interesting things to see while walking around campus or the street/the shitty square--just a bunch of eager orientation students and their annoying-ass parents.
it is hard to believe, but i think i have grown accustomed to the perfect weather of summer. the first few days it's like, "WOW, IT'S GODDAMNED BEAUTIFUL OUT HERE! and warm" then it's like, "wow, it's fucking pretty and hot as hell...but there's nothing to do." and then it's like, "yay, it's pretty and warm, but there's nothing around the city to do." and then (now), "i hate this fucking place."
i've thought--"perhaps my preferences are too metropolitan." and i don't mean to sound "uppety" by saying this. i like to shop...whether it be in interesting shops, chain stores, or on the street corner...Oxford is all-but devoid of anything interesting to buy...unless you're interested in buying some khaki pants from Neilson's or a few kewt bracelets from the lily(i?)pad. i hear people around saying, "Oxford is so much fun!" "By damn, I love Oxford!" and "Oxford is the shit!" but what is so special about it besides a few old houses, a famous author, and a traditional southern-style? i mean, if you like that, that's cool, but it sure as hell isn't for me.
Oxford makes me feel claustrophobic. although i do have friends here, there is nothing for us to do but sit around and "chill." if we want to go anywhere interesting, we usually have to travel an hour and 1/2 up I-55 for any source of entertainment.......mind you, this trip does not occur very often ($$$ doesn't grow on trees). so, what has summer consisted of. well, seeing that there is not much to do, it has consisted of the continual diminishment of my soul. i feel it fading away. there is no stimulation or inspiration from which it can feed.
even though oxford is a desolate town of homogeny, i have managed to find a favorite "hangout spot" which is Lake Patsy. the park is quite beautiful and offers one a place to go and think. but thinking in solitude can only be fun for so long.
basically, i've come to this conclusion.
Oxford is not the place for me and causes me severe depression.
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Sounds like you need what many call "the Religious Experience" or a sudden "moment of clarity" or "divine inspiration". To dissolve yourself into the relationships between the energies themselves. Molecule to molecule. Cell to cell.
... I'll try and hook you up.
dude you already know, it's going down. haha
kewt = cute like a tri delt would say it ? lol
i agree, some of the people who say they like oxford mean they love getting riped 3 x a week on squre
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