Home life, high school jocks, and
It really is an interesting experience living at home again, after being away for two years (well, more like four if you count Exeter and Smith). In one sense it's comforting, and in another it's driving me insane. All the childhood battles never really go away, the bad feelings, the insecurities. People don't change all that much, when you get down to it, and more often than not reaching out is futile. I guess going back again is making me all the more ready to leave. Not to escape, but to go off and establish a different life from my family. Ultimately, that's the only solution.
Other than that, I've been really moody lately and I'm not sure why. I'm hoping it will settle itself out, but in the meantime don't start religious and/or political discussions with me. I've been having a rather awesome time with old friends, and I'm trying to plan a mass exodus for next summer.
Picture this: a single 90-mile long road stretching through an area the size of Massachusetts, at the end a tiny old mining town, all of it surrounded by snow-covered peaks and wild country, in the middle of ALASKA. This is where I will be next summer. It's been my dream since I was a little kid (mostly due to my obsession with wolves and dogsledding), and hiking through that land would make my soul so alive!
We shall see. Right now I need to finish the semester and (hopefully, hopefully, hopefully) go to Senegal in January.
I shall conclude with a funny story. I went with all of my Castleton buddies to a deer-heads-on-the-wall-shitty-hip-hop-Budweiser bar where most of the sports-playing, sorority-esque students apparently hang out. Why? Well, why not? It was actually a great time, simply for the fact that my friends and I could appreciate the hilarity of our surroundings. After establishing a table and getting rather tipsy, we noticed that Frank (not his real name) was there, who in high school was extremely popular and a complete dickhead who went out of his way to make those of us who were dorky and not typically attractive completely miserable. We found this funny, because running into people you hate from high school is always funny. Then, all of a sudden, shit-faced and probably jacked up on coke, Frank comes over and begins grinding on my butt, saying "Heyyyy, how's it going?" As Courtney and Jess' jaws dropped, I turned around (and wouldn't have done this sober) and promptly told him, "Frank, my life is now complete. You don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment." and as he turned to the side, I got behind him and started grinding on HIS butt, "Just so you know, this is how I like it, bitch."
My life IS now complete, by the way.
Other than that, I've been really moody lately and I'm not sure why. I'm hoping it will settle itself out, but in the meantime don't start religious and/or political discussions with me. I've been having a rather awesome time with old friends, and I'm trying to plan a mass exodus for next summer.
Picture this: a single 90-mile long road stretching through an area the size of Massachusetts, at the end a tiny old mining town, all of it surrounded by snow-covered peaks and wild country, in the middle of ALASKA. This is where I will be next summer. It's been my dream since I was a little kid (mostly due to my obsession with wolves and dogsledding), and hiking through that land would make my soul so alive!
We shall see. Right now I need to finish the semester and (hopefully, hopefully, hopefully) go to Senegal in January.
I shall conclude with a funny story. I went with all of my Castleton buddies to a deer-heads-on-the-wall-shitty-hip-hop-Budweiser bar where most of the sports-playing, sorority-esque students apparently hang out. Why? Well, why not? It was actually a great time, simply for the fact that my friends and I could appreciate the hilarity of our surroundings. After establishing a table and getting rather tipsy, we noticed that Frank (not his real name) was there, who in high school was extremely popular and a complete dickhead who went out of his way to make those of us who were dorky and not typically attractive completely miserable. We found this funny, because running into people you hate from high school is always funny. Then, all of a sudden, shit-faced and probably jacked up on coke, Frank comes over and begins grinding on my butt, saying "Heyyyy, how's it going?" As Courtney and Jess' jaws dropped, I turned around (and wouldn't have done this sober) and promptly told him, "Frank, my life is now complete. You don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment." and as he turned to the side, I got behind him and started grinding on HIS butt, "Just so you know, this is how I like it, bitch."
My life IS now complete, by the way.