Feb 09, 2006 15:52
"I dream Filthy
My Moms and Pops mixed me with Jamican Rum and Whisky..."
So I've been hiding something from y'all. I'm joining a Frat. Now I know theres a bunch of stigmas associated with Frats and all and I'd just like to say....I don't care. The guys in the Frat are all cultured, humorous, talented guys with good hearts. They're not drunks and womanizers.
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Ok, maybe they are. But that still stop them from being cultured, huorous and talented guys. Hell thats what me, Basti, Peter and Paul were through high schools. Drunks and Womanizers but also intellectuals.
Either way, I'm joining. But the joining part is hard itself. THe process fro getting in has been crazy painful, both physically and mentally and its the first week. I can' go into any details, but yesterday night, with a huge Bio exam due this morning at 8, I stumbled into the study lounges at 1:30 and spent the whole night reviewing my notes. No sleep. At 6 I went to run and shower, and then with no sleep, highly caffinated and with my tank runnning on empty, I took my Bio test.
Point is, this shits hard core. If I survive, I'll be a stronger, better, person. IF I suvive. But one things for sure. I'm not giving up. I've given my word. And I intend to keep it.
"I was high when they hit me,
Took a few cats with me
Shit, I need the company.
Apologies in order
To Tiana my daughter
If it was upto me
You would be with me
Sorta like Daddy Dearest"
P.S. Score on Test, you ask? Why, a class leading 98% I reply.