I told myself the day I have to go feeling unrequited love again would be the day I stopped bothering with relationships for a while. Swearing them off entirely, now that’s just silly and most likely the result of inner turmoil, or some sort of "tilt" as we poker players like to put it.

But me and Heather are through as a couple, and I believe she’s made it quite clear that she doesn't believe the relationship can reasonably continue, when I do. I can't blame her for feeling that way, that's childish, It just hurts a little a LOT when I myself, still busy, think about her quite a bit. Granted, I'll probably do it a bit less now.

Either way, I’m really not interested right now in my freedom to have random sexual acts and that sort of thing. I wouldn’t mind a meaningful, platonic relationship with someone, but that’s not easy to find on a college campus. Well, it probably is, but I’m not looking in the right places.
I’ll let you guys know how my campaign to become the next RHA President turns out – once again, the odds are against me, but I think I have enough flyers for an upset.

Next Tuesday I begin my 12-hour training to become a DJ on WBNY 91.7, Buff State’s radio station. It’s too bad that it aint broadcasted over the internet, otherwise you guys could listen to me.

This Friday is going to be Hooters with some buddies on my floor – that should be amusing, especially for "Anti-Social" Cliff who we’re dragging along with us. Saturday I might just go get drunk and play beer pong. Why? Because I fucking can, and there’s no one telling me not to, and this English homework is giving me a headache.
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