happenings
Wow.
What's been going on lately?
D-day was pretty fun. Tons of people came back up, and we had a big party. We drank at my house in the morning, then went down to Ryan/Kyle/Pete's house, where we played lots of Beirut and civil war and other drinking games. Then, I decided I needed batteries. After not letting Liz go get some, she wound up going to the hess to get them anyways, while me, dave, and steve went to the liquor store, dunkin donuts, On The Rocks (sketchy bar, for you non-roch folk), and just about every other business on mt hope. Liz called us like 45 minutes later to find out where we were, and we drinking with old guys with mullets at on the rocks!
Then we began our walk to campus. It was long, it was drunken, it was fun. It was cold and rainy, too, but when you're that drunk, that's okay. Three hours-ish later, we went to campus, where I began to create some havoc in the coffeeshop, during the shitty band, and other places.
That evening, I found out my grandpa died. That certainly put a damper on things. Dave was really drunk and passed out and being a dousche too, which didn't help. (But later in the night he did redeem himself). My friends were really supportive and helpful, so I thank them for that.
The next day, I had to go home for the funeral and shiva. Now, funerals and cemeteries make me feel really guilty. When you've been depressed and suicidal for years, and are trying to get over it, funerals are just another reminder that you're a selfish prick. Plus, my family was very close to my grandpa. He would've been 93 on may 15th (just a few days ago).
So I got back, and had to finish papers and tests with really little preparation. I did awfully on my last psych test, which brought my grade in the class down to a C+. I'm really pissed about that, my psych gpa wasn't that good anyways, and that's what i'm trying to go into. A C+ will definitely not help. My other grades were okay, I finished with a 3.4 for the semester, a little higher than that for my college career.
Since I finished my papers, I haven't really been doing anything. We went camping in letchworth for a few days, which was really fun, even though it was cold and rainy. But they were drunken good times, with lots of pictures and laughs.
I'm going to miss Rochester. The people here are great. rhea and i have been hanging out a lot more, but now i'm leaving. This year is nowhere near as sad as last year, when all my friends were here, but it's still getting to me a lot. Dave is leaving for a year, and I'm trying to be okay with it all, but I'm definitely not. I try to be optimistic or not to think about it or think about how i'm moving into the city, or how we've had tons of good times, and how our friendship has survived me leaving (so him leaving shouldn't be that bad), but i can't. he's so bad at communication, and it's so hard to know how i stand with him anyway. it always seems to be 'out of sight, out of mind' with him, which makes me very paranoid. ugh. i love that kid. good luck, man.
on a kinda related note, i wrote tyler an email a week or so ago, and havent heard from him. How surprising. :). i think i got one email from him since we left munich on dec. 15. i miss germany and traveling a lot.
i have been applying to other jobs, but haven't gotten anything yet. I guess i'll have to start with this job that i know i won't like. im going to try to bartend or something, too.
i dont know. i hate change. i'm pessimistic for the future and for being alone. blah.
What's been going on lately?
D-day was pretty fun. Tons of people came back up, and we had a big party. We drank at my house in the morning, then went down to Ryan/Kyle/Pete's house, where we played lots of Beirut and civil war and other drinking games. Then, I decided I needed batteries. After not letting Liz go get some, she wound up going to the hess to get them anyways, while me, dave, and steve went to the liquor store, dunkin donuts, On The Rocks (sketchy bar, for you non-roch folk), and just about every other business on mt hope. Liz called us like 45 minutes later to find out where we were, and we drinking with old guys with mullets at on the rocks!
Then we began our walk to campus. It was long, it was drunken, it was fun. It was cold and rainy, too, but when you're that drunk, that's okay. Three hours-ish later, we went to campus, where I began to create some havoc in the coffeeshop, during the shitty band, and other places.
That evening, I found out my grandpa died. That certainly put a damper on things. Dave was really drunk and passed out and being a dousche too, which didn't help. (But later in the night he did redeem himself). My friends were really supportive and helpful, so I thank them for that.
The next day, I had to go home for the funeral and shiva. Now, funerals and cemeteries make me feel really guilty. When you've been depressed and suicidal for years, and are trying to get over it, funerals are just another reminder that you're a selfish prick. Plus, my family was very close to my grandpa. He would've been 93 on may 15th (just a few days ago).
So I got back, and had to finish papers and tests with really little preparation. I did awfully on my last psych test, which brought my grade in the class down to a C+. I'm really pissed about that, my psych gpa wasn't that good anyways, and that's what i'm trying to go into. A C+ will definitely not help. My other grades were okay, I finished with a 3.4 for the semester, a little higher than that for my college career.
Since I finished my papers, I haven't really been doing anything. We went camping in letchworth for a few days, which was really fun, even though it was cold and rainy. But they were drunken good times, with lots of pictures and laughs.
I'm going to miss Rochester. The people here are great. rhea and i have been hanging out a lot more, but now i'm leaving. This year is nowhere near as sad as last year, when all my friends were here, but it's still getting to me a lot. Dave is leaving for a year, and I'm trying to be okay with it all, but I'm definitely not. I try to be optimistic or not to think about it or think about how i'm moving into the city, or how we've had tons of good times, and how our friendship has survived me leaving (so him leaving shouldn't be that bad), but i can't. he's so bad at communication, and it's so hard to know how i stand with him anyway. it always seems to be 'out of sight, out of mind' with him, which makes me very paranoid. ugh. i love that kid. good luck, man.
on a kinda related note, i wrote tyler an email a week or so ago, and havent heard from him. How surprising. :). i think i got one email from him since we left munich on dec. 15. i miss germany and traveling a lot.
i have been applying to other jobs, but haven't gotten anything yet. I guess i'll have to start with this job that i know i won't like. im going to try to bartend or something, too.
i dont know. i hate change. i'm pessimistic for the future and for being alone. blah.