Part of the reason is because I enjoy writing funny things and watching Hilary's reaction. The other part of the reason is because it's easier for me to feed off of the things she writes.
In short, it's hard to be funny when I'm by myself. Because I can't hear/see anyone laughing. Alas.
Until recently, I had achieved a near-impossible feat. After a year of sharing a room with two girls (and we shared the common room with another girl) and a year of having a room in a hallway where one can hear ANYTHING that's going on, I had never overheard people having sex. I was very proud of this fact. Sadly, my overhearing other people having sex virginity is gone, and I told Amital that I'm going to knock on her door if she is ever too loud when she's doing it. She only thought this was a little funny...and that's because she believes that I might actually do it.
So I decided on an excellent rule for my Goldsmith apartment: If my hookup/relationship life is barren, I have no desire to hear yours. Well, I never have a desire to hear anyone's, but I can promise that I'll be a hell of a lot more tolerant. If said hookup/relationship life is barren, I have no qualms about hearing about other people (not the details, though...that'd be weird), I just don't want to actually hear it. Because then I will feel lame.
In intern-related news, I wrote and submitted the brief and translated a weirdly-phrased Hebrew passage and turned it into a photo caption. Thank you, JTS Hebrew reading and oral/aural classes. You taught me how to use Gooogle translator and Morfix.
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The solution is to get a hookup/relationship life. Everybody wins!
Assuming I write about it, of course.
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