Overload

I'm almost done my exams, and currently my brain feels like it is
filled with a mixture of equal parts mothballs and dust bunnies. We
had a party last night, to celebrate the completion of most of our
exams, so my room is filled with empty wine and liquor bottles.

Sparkling wine with raspberries is delicious.

I decided during the course of the party that I don't in fact like
the girl I thought I did. Which is confusing, but hey, if my
emotions and thoughts weren't confusing to me I'd know what the
hell was going on, that would make for a more fulfilling but less
interesting life.

Also, I wouldn't get to write about my horrible, dramatic problems,
and this post would be full of things like, "I'm more in love than
I've ever been before" and, "The world is a beautiful place, and
I'm just so glad to live in it." See, much less interesting.

I've decided that when I go back home I'm going to try and attempt
a complete detoxification of my life. No more pornography, no more
erotica, no more horrible food, no more wasting the majority of my
time thinking about those things and the harm they are causing me.
Whenever I feel the urge to have pizza, I'll stuff my face with
salad. I might get addicted to salad, but I think that's a socially
acceptable addiction. Whenever I feel the urge to masturbate, I'm
going to go on a long walk or practice the piano. I don't know if
it will work, but at the least I might walk more and get better at
the piano.

I get the feeling that the biggest thing stopping me from changing
things in my life is that I continually put them off. It's ironic
that I'm putting off these improvements to when I get home, but I
think a change of scenery and pace is just what I need to acquire
the momentum I need.

We'll see how this works out. In the mean time, I need to go look
at pictures of naked boys and chomp down on a few cheeseburgers.

I'm kidding. I think.