Ramblings for Christmas
It's 2:46 in the a.m. and i'm eating chips and onion dip, reading entries written by friends, reflecting over the past semester and looking forward to the next.
The past semester rocked my world, but not in a good way. I've never had such a rough time and have such shitty grades (which were my fault, no matter how much i wanna blame it on other problems). I read a ton of books, wrote more papers than i care to think about, and for the most part was productive. The one thing that i didn't do was attend classes regularly. Had i attended class like i should have my grades would have been kickass. Due to sickness and other issues that i used as excuses to skip i am now possibly looking at an extra, unplanned semester.
I've always been a pretty good student. I've managed to keep HOPE for my entire college career to this point and still party my brains out at the same time. However, my late nights and family problems didn't mix well this semester and the late nights got later and more often. Classes were harder to make and deadlines were always sneaking up. So as punishment for my lack of hard work the drinking and late nights for the upcoming semester will be less than ever. Books will be read and papers will be written and rewritten before the morning they are due. School should be first and foremost at this point and now i have no choice.
But anyway, now that i'm done ranting and raving on to another topic. I miss Carrollton. Plain and Simple. I don't know what it is about that town, but i feel more at home and at ease when i'm there. I grew up in Chatsworth, but i guess the memories and the thought of not being around those that i'm most at ease around just doesn't settle right.
It's scary too. My best friends are from Chatsworth, they are all home right now for the break, but for some reason i'd rather be sitting at the coffee shop sipping on coffee and smoking cigs, reading a book and watching the high school kids kill time. I know my favorite Polish girl won't be there but the rest of the gang will come and go throughout the rest of the week. Seeing those guys always brightens my day. Work is another thing. I enjoy it so much that I want to go back and work until my vacation to Utah. Call me crazy but laying on the couch the rest of the week and doing nothing just doesn't appeal. I want to be productive.
The past semester rocked my world, but not in a good way. I've never had such a rough time and have such shitty grades (which were my fault, no matter how much i wanna blame it on other problems). I read a ton of books, wrote more papers than i care to think about, and for the most part was productive. The one thing that i didn't do was attend classes regularly. Had i attended class like i should have my grades would have been kickass. Due to sickness and other issues that i used as excuses to skip i am now possibly looking at an extra, unplanned semester.
I've always been a pretty good student. I've managed to keep HOPE for my entire college career to this point and still party my brains out at the same time. However, my late nights and family problems didn't mix well this semester and the late nights got later and more often. Classes were harder to make and deadlines were always sneaking up. So as punishment for my lack of hard work the drinking and late nights for the upcoming semester will be less than ever. Books will be read and papers will be written and rewritten before the morning they are due. School should be first and foremost at this point and now i have no choice.
But anyway, now that i'm done ranting and raving on to another topic. I miss Carrollton. Plain and Simple. I don't know what it is about that town, but i feel more at home and at ease when i'm there. I grew up in Chatsworth, but i guess the memories and the thought of not being around those that i'm most at ease around just doesn't settle right.
It's scary too. My best friends are from Chatsworth, they are all home right now for the break, but for some reason i'd rather be sitting at the coffee shop sipping on coffee and smoking cigs, reading a book and watching the high school kids kill time. I know my favorite Polish girl won't be there but the rest of the gang will come and go throughout the rest of the week. Seeing those guys always brightens my day. Work is another thing. I enjoy it so much that I want to go back and work until my vacation to Utah. Call me crazy but laying on the couch the rest of the week and doing nothing just doesn't appeal. I want to be productive.