I'm Feelin' It
Where do we go from here? Turn all the lights down now....
Man, sometimes I wish I were a raging alcoholic. *cough* Ruthie. Then I could have a cool answer to the timeless question, "Hey dude, what are you doing tonight?" Ruthie's response is always the same: I'm goin' drinkin'/boozing it up tonight/getting trashed/just trying to find some alcohol. I usually answer something like "maybe going out with some friends tonight." Then I get invited to so-and-so's dorm for some beers/shots/cocktails. I've turned down these invitations a dozen times. I don't know what it is. I just have absolutely no desire to drink whatsoever. Maybe it's because of the events of graduation night. Maybe it's because I tend to choose sleep over just about everything. Maybe it's because I don't trust these people. Maybe it's because I'm afraid they're going to find out that I'm NOTHING like my brother. (I've tried telling them... they just think I'm joking. They're about to be sorely disappointed.) Whatever it is, I'm constantly finding that I have nothing to do around here.
I spent the afternoon wandering around campus. I ended up sitting in front of the library and playing with my new phone. Sadly, this was the most fun I had all day. I met a guy who was all pissed off that the doors to the library were locked. "There's people inside! Why are the doors locked?!" I told him to try pulling the door. He tried to argue with me. "Just try it." So he walked off, confident that I was wrong. Sure enough, the door opened with ease. He paused, sighed because he was pissed off I won the battle, and scuttled inside. I was satisfied with myself. Then I came back to the dorm, remembered that there was nothing to do in here, ate an early dinner because I was bored, and resolved to go to the library to get an early start on Tuesday's homework. That's how bored I was. I got through 10 pages of Human Development while it was still light outside. Fell asleep. Woke up. Discovered it was dark out, the library had cleared out, and I had drooled all over the couch. Awesome.
Came back to the dorm to finish my nap. I was almost asleep until Justin called. This is the really pathetic part. Instead of going to hang out with him, I opted to stay in so I could sleep. But after being on the phone for so long, I'm no longer tired. Now I really have nothing to do. I wish Taggert was here. We could roll around in the green green grass or go streaking through the quad. Damn, that dog is almost as good-looking as Bear. Shit, I really need to make some friends/go to sleep/get crazyass drunk. Alcoholism seems like the only place to turn.
Saturday's going to be awesome. We have to be at the rec center at 5am to leave for the meet. Good luck trying to go to sleep any earlier than 2 o'clock in a dorm on a Friday night. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiat.
Man, sometimes I wish I were a raging alcoholic. *cough* Ruthie. Then I could have a cool answer to the timeless question, "Hey dude, what are you doing tonight?" Ruthie's response is always the same: I'm goin' drinkin'/boozing it up tonight/getting trashed/just trying to find some alcohol. I usually answer something like "maybe going out with some friends tonight." Then I get invited to so-and-so's dorm for some beers/shots/cocktails. I've turned down these invitations a dozen times. I don't know what it is. I just have absolutely no desire to drink whatsoever. Maybe it's because of the events of graduation night. Maybe it's because I tend to choose sleep over just about everything. Maybe it's because I don't trust these people. Maybe it's because I'm afraid they're going to find out that I'm NOTHING like my brother. (I've tried telling them... they just think I'm joking. They're about to be sorely disappointed.) Whatever it is, I'm constantly finding that I have nothing to do around here.
I spent the afternoon wandering around campus. I ended up sitting in front of the library and playing with my new phone. Sadly, this was the most fun I had all day. I met a guy who was all pissed off that the doors to the library were locked. "There's people inside! Why are the doors locked?!" I told him to try pulling the door. He tried to argue with me. "Just try it." So he walked off, confident that I was wrong. Sure enough, the door opened with ease. He paused, sighed because he was pissed off I won the battle, and scuttled inside. I was satisfied with myself. Then I came back to the dorm, remembered that there was nothing to do in here, ate an early dinner because I was bored, and resolved to go to the library to get an early start on Tuesday's homework. That's how bored I was. I got through 10 pages of Human Development while it was still light outside. Fell asleep. Woke up. Discovered it was dark out, the library had cleared out, and I had drooled all over the couch. Awesome.
Came back to the dorm to finish my nap. I was almost asleep until Justin called. This is the really pathetic part. Instead of going to hang out with him, I opted to stay in so I could sleep. But after being on the phone for so long, I'm no longer tired. Now I really have nothing to do. I wish Taggert was here. We could roll around in the green green grass or go streaking through the quad. Damn, that dog is almost as good-looking as Bear. Shit, I really need to make some friends/go to sleep/get crazyass drunk. Alcoholism seems like the only place to turn.
Saturday's going to be awesome. We have to be at the rec center at 5am to leave for the meet. Good luck trying to go to sleep any earlier than 2 o'clock in a dorm on a Friday night. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiat.