Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done
SO...I'm feeling a bit retro at the moment, so I decided to bring back my blog...for now. No promises, but perhaps I can use this space to my advantage, if only as a means to get my thoughts on paper and out of my head.
This takes us to the second semester of my sophomore year of college. That's almost halfway, right? Trying to stay positive. I'd be lying if I said the thought of dropping out never crosses my mind, but if I can finish, it will have been worth it. I may have to live in a cardboard box eighteen months down the road, but I'll have a degree to keep me warm, or so I hope.
Tomorrow is actually a holiday here on campus: Green Beer Day! Because the school would like to prevent St. Patty's Day parties, they schedule spring break over the week it's celebrated. As if that would stop us! No, it just gives an excuse to get completely sloshed on the Thursday before spring break in an effort to fuck off the administration. And nothing says "fuck you" like green puke everywhere.
Call me a party pooper, but I think it's retarded. A) The administration wouldn't have to schedule spring break this way in the first place if people weren't so stupid about partying. Don't get me wrong, having a good time and enjoying a couple of drinks is great, but people don't know how to keep things in check. Perhaps that's why kids here keep getting accidentally run over by the train. B) GREEN beer. I'm not much of a fan of beer, but putting enough dye in it to change it to that lovely shade of kelly green will make you sick. It's too much chemicals. No holiday is worth have green come out the other (or in many cases both) end(s). C) I like to keep my party to the weekends. So I don't like trying to study amidst the drunkards, for my Friday test. I suppose professors feel they have to schedule tests on the week before spring break or people just won't show up, but come on. Kids will show up still drunk on Friday.
I'll be waiting to get my drink on until Saturday, when I arrive just in time for my sister's toga-cocktail party. Yes, toga-cocktail. As a young woman in her mid-late twenties, she feels to old to throw a straight-up toga party. Grown ups have cocktail parties. So she's smooshing them together. I'm always up for walking around in bedsheets, so it sounds good to me!
This takes us to the second semester of my sophomore year of college. That's almost halfway, right? Trying to stay positive. I'd be lying if I said the thought of dropping out never crosses my mind, but if I can finish, it will have been worth it. I may have to live in a cardboard box eighteen months down the road, but I'll have a degree to keep me warm, or so I hope.
Tomorrow is actually a holiday here on campus: Green Beer Day! Because the school would like to prevent St. Patty's Day parties, they schedule spring break over the week it's celebrated. As if that would stop us! No, it just gives an excuse to get completely sloshed on the Thursday before spring break in an effort to fuck off the administration. And nothing says "fuck you" like green puke everywhere.
Call me a party pooper, but I think it's retarded. A) The administration wouldn't have to schedule spring break this way in the first place if people weren't so stupid about partying. Don't get me wrong, having a good time and enjoying a couple of drinks is great, but people don't know how to keep things in check. Perhaps that's why kids here keep getting accidentally run over by the train. B) GREEN beer. I'm not much of a fan of beer, but putting enough dye in it to change it to that lovely shade of kelly green will make you sick. It's too much chemicals. No holiday is worth have green come out the other (or in many cases both) end(s). C) I like to keep my party to the weekends. So I don't like trying to study amidst the drunkards, for my Friday test. I suppose professors feel they have to schedule tests on the week before spring break or people just won't show up, but come on. Kids will show up still drunk on Friday.
I'll be waiting to get my drink on until Saturday, when I arrive just in time for my sister's toga-cocktail party. Yes, toga-cocktail. As a young woman in her mid-late twenties, she feels to old to throw a straight-up toga party. Grown ups have cocktail parties. So she's smooshing them together. I'm always up for walking around in bedsheets, so it sounds good to me!