dim the light...
It's really gonna be tough to decide if I want to go to A&M or not. I've already signed up for classes next fall at UTSA, I’m constantly talking about finding an apartment, and I don't like thinking about not goin to St. Francis every Sunday. If I do stay, it's going to be really sad when the friends I have at church graduate and go off to college elsewhere. I guess it will be the same as it was after 5th grade, 8th grade and 12th grade. Every year my friends and I went our separate ways and while I have kept in touch with my crew from high school, it's not what it used to be. Don't get me wrong; I knew it wasn't going to be at all the same. If you read my old blog you can tell that I knew we'd be led in different directions but it's still sad. Actually, it isn't sad at all. It's life. It's the way things go...I went to NIOSA on Thursday and had an enjoyable time making my way through the crowds of tipsy fiesta goers. On the way home, this girl asked my friends and I if we were drunk. We told her no and that we were underage. She wasn't satisfied with the conversation so she continued and said that she too was underage but still consumed her fair share of alcohol. She then continued her questioning and asked why we even went to NIOSA if we weren't going to drink. I said, "to hang out and just be apart of the crowd" and my friend threw in "to see hot girls." She then replied that "the girls would of been hotter had we been drinking." She was definitely one of these girls that get "hotter" after a few beers. I started to wonder if perhaps the goal of the 30,000 or so people that went to NIOSA that night was to just get drunk. I guess I just don't understand the pleasures of impaired vision, obnoxiousness, loss of balance and throwing up on yourself. While I understand that these side effects do not occur all the time, I don't get why people feel it so necessary to drink. I'm often disappointed when I find out things about people I know. It's just sad when you find out that they aren’t how you thought they were. There are so many people out there that put on a show for everyone. They'll be one person in front of one group and a completely different person in front of another. I don't like pretending to be someone I’m not which is why I will continue to be the person I claim to be...I have to work in a few hours and that doesn’t make me happy. There are a lot of different types of people that come through HEB but most of them can be classified into categories. The other day I started thinking of some of the categories I hate. I'll post them later when I think of a few more...I think it's time to go to bed. It's just so hard to stop typing when the mood is so good in my room right now. I mean what could be better than listening to an awesome CD with the rain falling in the background; The Christmas lights on one wall shining just the right amount of light in the room and me leaning back in my chair with my computer on my lap. It's so calm in here and yet so turbulent out there. It's turbulent out there...You can't go to sleep until you dim the light...