have i already used boredom?
There becomes a point in time in which you (the all encompassing term) become so bored that you have to do something, and after being programmed so heavily to consume instead of create, writing is just about the last refuge. Thank god for blogs eh?
On this illustrious day, the day or two after labor day when school starts, kids everywhere talk only of how their first day of school was. They talk about what they wore, what classes they have, if those classes will be hard, and most importantly, were there any attractive people in those classes? I, my friends, will brook no exception to this rule.
Most people wear new outfits to school, or at least clean clothes on the first day. I did no such thing and I wore a sweatshirt that hasn't been washed in probably 9 months or more. It is a white sweatshirt and so you can see how black around the cuffs it becomes when not washed. It is like the old karate belts that just turned black over time. Thanks to modern dyes and hygeine I look like a creep. Aside from the sweatshirt I wore baggy pants and flip flops. This insures that I look like a lazy rapist. I shaved however so this complicates the picture with a lack of teen angst infested stubble.
The classes I have are going to suck. I'm pretty much a freshman again after being a sophmore/junior/senior last year, or at least that is how it feels. French will be so much harder than expected, partly because of the pace of the class and my complete lack of foreknowledge, but also partly because we're required to get up and move around in a charades fashion during class. Also, it's every day. It might make an interesting time lapse as we go into winter, but if I took a picture of the class every day I'd probably be arrested just out of general concern for the well being of the girls in the class.
ATTRACTIVE PEOPLE??!? Freshman girls haven't gained all of that partying wieght yet and so they have the advantage of youth, but is that a good thing? Is beauty determined by that? No not really. Many of these girls have the same long layered and highlighted hair falling atop a lower back tattoo of some kind of design designed to be some kind of jock aphrodesiac. Today I saw quite a bit of von Dutch, Juicy Couture, and thong. I've stopped finding it attractive, and in a university this large the danger really lies in finding people too stereotypical for liking. In high school, or rather in a generic TV high school, girls could fall into the category of nerdy-hot with the glasses and obligatory pinned up hair, or they could be counter-culture hot, or they could be faux-purity hot, so on and so forth. Here I have trouble telling some girls apart. It's still hot, but it's like getting your taste buds burned off from love of scorching them periodically.
Of course in the beginning I was really in no way against fraternities and sororities, but I didn't really seriously consider joining a fraternity either. At this point I just can't tell apart the frat guys anymore. I can't lead a life of stumbling around beer in hand talking about how some frat brother or another is a "good guy" and trying to almost hook up with girls. I can't share this immature mentality about sex where it's just never seemingly enjoyed in a healthy way. I can't pretend annorexia is beautiful, or that tons of girls acting ditsy is attractive. What I can and unfortunately am doing at this point is just lumping the greek kids into this category of guilty until proven innocent. With so many people on a campus like this one must simply resort to being time efficient. Though maybe that is cold.
Moving into the house was tough, and so I went out with Marc to get a handle of vodka and a litre of gin. In no way could I move next year without forgetting how hard it was to move this year. The new house is of much less quality than the old duplex, and so I'm no longer a real person but again I'm a college kid. It's depressing and refreshing at the same time. We'll see how it turns out.
On this illustrious day, the day or two after labor day when school starts, kids everywhere talk only of how their first day of school was. They talk about what they wore, what classes they have, if those classes will be hard, and most importantly, were there any attractive people in those classes? I, my friends, will brook no exception to this rule.
Most people wear new outfits to school, or at least clean clothes on the first day. I did no such thing and I wore a sweatshirt that hasn't been washed in probably 9 months or more. It is a white sweatshirt and so you can see how black around the cuffs it becomes when not washed. It is like the old karate belts that just turned black over time. Thanks to modern dyes and hygeine I look like a creep. Aside from the sweatshirt I wore baggy pants and flip flops. This insures that I look like a lazy rapist. I shaved however so this complicates the picture with a lack of teen angst infested stubble.
The classes I have are going to suck. I'm pretty much a freshman again after being a sophmore/junior/senior last year, or at least that is how it feels. French will be so much harder than expected, partly because of the pace of the class and my complete lack of foreknowledge, but also partly because we're required to get up and move around in a charades fashion during class. Also, it's every day. It might make an interesting time lapse as we go into winter, but if I took a picture of the class every day I'd probably be arrested just out of general concern for the well being of the girls in the class.
ATTRACTIVE PEOPLE??!? Freshman girls haven't gained all of that partying wieght yet and so they have the advantage of youth, but is that a good thing? Is beauty determined by that? No not really. Many of these girls have the same long layered and highlighted hair falling atop a lower back tattoo of some kind of design designed to be some kind of jock aphrodesiac. Today I saw quite a bit of von Dutch, Juicy Couture, and thong. I've stopped finding it attractive, and in a university this large the danger really lies in finding people too stereotypical for liking. In high school, or rather in a generic TV high school, girls could fall into the category of nerdy-hot with the glasses and obligatory pinned up hair, or they could be counter-culture hot, or they could be faux-purity hot, so on and so forth. Here I have trouble telling some girls apart. It's still hot, but it's like getting your taste buds burned off from love of scorching them periodically.
Of course in the beginning I was really in no way against fraternities and sororities, but I didn't really seriously consider joining a fraternity either. At this point I just can't tell apart the frat guys anymore. I can't lead a life of stumbling around beer in hand talking about how some frat brother or another is a "good guy" and trying to almost hook up with girls. I can't share this immature mentality about sex where it's just never seemingly enjoyed in a healthy way. I can't pretend annorexia is beautiful, or that tons of girls acting ditsy is attractive. What I can and unfortunately am doing at this point is just lumping the greek kids into this category of guilty until proven innocent. With so many people on a campus like this one must simply resort to being time efficient. Though maybe that is cold.
Moving into the house was tough, and so I went out with Marc to get a handle of vodka and a litre of gin. In no way could I move next year without forgetting how hard it was to move this year. The new house is of much less quality than the old duplex, and so I'm no longer a real person but again I'm a college kid. It's depressing and refreshing at the same time. We'll see how it turns out.