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12:34...thats the time my computer says.
A lot changes once someone reaches college. A lot of it is for the better. A lot of it is for the worse. It's pretty funny actually. I'm only realizing how different my "college" life has become since the beginning of the school year.
When I started, everything was new...everything was exciting. I never had school for 2 hrs out of the day before, and I had no idea how to spend it. It was warm out, the girls were looking pretty cute, and I had jsut starting getting involved in what was to become my future fraternity. I didn't know half the people that I do now. I actually got to drink as much alcohol as I wanted, w/o having to look over my shoulder. I began smoking pot a little more. I didn't know some people like I do now. Some for the better, some for the worse. It was weird, I was stuck in a state of transition for the first time, not knowing what to do or where to go...with eight thousand other freshmen just like me. It was awesome.
Now things are so much different. Maybe it is just the weather thats bringing me down lately. Every time the snow melts and me get one or two 50 degree days, we get another snowfall followed by subfreezing temps. Just warm enough for you to walk to classes cursing your inner-responsible-child, while being cold enough for you to always have to scrape your car off, when ever errands had to be made. But whatever...there are other things. The first of which of course are girls. The average complaints from the average guy not getting enough...no. I'm just a little frustrated over the luck I've been encountering. The last couple girlies I've seen/taken out/not really dated but kinda a little have been ups and downs. I just can't bring myself to go to a bar, pick out some liquored-up girl and start hitting on her like some sort of date rapist or sleazebag. This leads into my other problem. I don't enjoy booze as much as most people.
I drink. I drink weekly. I don't necessarily drink until I get drunk every time I injest alcohol, but a week never goes by w/o alcohol consumption. The only problem is, when it comes to booze and bars, I'm just not that into them. College bars are much different then what I thought. Pitchers are smaller, drinks are smaller, lines are longer, temperatures are hotter, sounds are louder. I'd much rather relax in someones room, turn down the lights, pack a bong, and turn up the music. Thats what I like. That's my scene. Am I a pothead? People would probably say yes, I say no. I haven't dedicated my life to the plant yet. I've certainly shifted alot of my social life into that catagory, but after what I just described can you blame me?
Everyday is just like the last. Go to class, walk home in the freezing cold, stay in my room/the rest of the house until dinner, eat dinner, maybe half-ass some lame hw assignment that is due the next day, maybe read a little, smoke a little and go to bed. Nothing is new anymore, nothing is yet to be explored. I've seen the bars, I've been to the apartment parties, I've helped throw one or two kick ass parties, I know the campus, I know the places to eat, I know the places not to eat, I know a decent band plays here once or twice a semester. The lack of excitement really makes things boring!!! Whatever.....the clock reads 1:04..I've been typing for 30 minutes...I didn't do homework all weekend long...I didn't have to...for some reason I wish I had something that I could put positive focus towards and feel proud about the results. I don't have anything like that now, wait until the spring maybe. 1:06 now, I'm going to stop now.
A lot changes once someone reaches college. A lot of it is for the better. A lot of it is for the worse. It's pretty funny actually. I'm only realizing how different my "college" life has become since the beginning of the school year.
When I started, everything was new...everything was exciting. I never had school for 2 hrs out of the day before, and I had no idea how to spend it. It was warm out, the girls were looking pretty cute, and I had jsut starting getting involved in what was to become my future fraternity. I didn't know half the people that I do now. I actually got to drink as much alcohol as I wanted, w/o having to look over my shoulder. I began smoking pot a little more. I didn't know some people like I do now. Some for the better, some for the worse. It was weird, I was stuck in a state of transition for the first time, not knowing what to do or where to go...with eight thousand other freshmen just like me. It was awesome.
Now things are so much different. Maybe it is just the weather thats bringing me down lately. Every time the snow melts and me get one or two 50 degree days, we get another snowfall followed by subfreezing temps. Just warm enough for you to walk to classes cursing your inner-responsible-child, while being cold enough for you to always have to scrape your car off, when ever errands had to be made. But whatever...there are other things. The first of which of course are girls. The average complaints from the average guy not getting enough...no. I'm just a little frustrated over the luck I've been encountering. The last couple girlies I've seen/taken out/not really dated but kinda a little have been ups and downs. I just can't bring myself to go to a bar, pick out some liquored-up girl and start hitting on her like some sort of date rapist or sleazebag. This leads into my other problem. I don't enjoy booze as much as most people.
I drink. I drink weekly. I don't necessarily drink until I get drunk every time I injest alcohol, but a week never goes by w/o alcohol consumption. The only problem is, when it comes to booze and bars, I'm just not that into them. College bars are much different then what I thought. Pitchers are smaller, drinks are smaller, lines are longer, temperatures are hotter, sounds are louder. I'd much rather relax in someones room, turn down the lights, pack a bong, and turn up the music. Thats what I like. That's my scene. Am I a pothead? People would probably say yes, I say no. I haven't dedicated my life to the plant yet. I've certainly shifted alot of my social life into that catagory, but after what I just described can you blame me?
Everyday is just like the last. Go to class, walk home in the freezing cold, stay in my room/the rest of the house until dinner, eat dinner, maybe half-ass some lame hw assignment that is due the next day, maybe read a little, smoke a little and go to bed. Nothing is new anymore, nothing is yet to be explored. I've seen the bars, I've been to the apartment parties, I've helped throw one or two kick ass parties, I know the campus, I know the places to eat, I know the places not to eat, I know a decent band plays here once or twice a semester. The lack of excitement really makes things boring!!! Whatever.....the clock reads 1:04..I've been typing for 30 minutes...I didn't do homework all weekend long...I didn't have to...for some reason I wish I had something that I could put positive focus towards and feel proud about the results. I don't have anything like that now, wait until the spring maybe. 1:06 now, I'm going to stop now.