Like a Monkey On Your Back You Need It, But Do You Love It Enough to Leave It?
If something like that made me feel like this, then it must be true.
I really have nothing at all to post about. I've been scrounging about for something to write for a few days now. It is now 2:30 in the morning and I've been up painting and wrestling my frat brothers and thinking about things. It's been a wild three weeks so far, almost none stop. There have been some low times (like sucky classes) and some high times (like the Transy social scene). But I'm really getting out there these days.
I'm back with the brethren, which is just fun altogether. We have several things set for rush, which is going to be really fun. Not only are we chillin' with each other, but there are several cool new people I've met recently. And man, do I love having a room all to myself. I retract my lonely statement from earlier, I have enough people coming in and out everyday I don't feel that way anymore.
I'm also taking part in several new activities on campus. I've signed up for WTLX, Transy's radio station. I have a block I want to Dj called "Guilty Pleasures with Matt Bradley," a segment dedicated to the songs people love who are too afraid to admit to their friends they like. It'll give me a chance to showcase my Genesis trio, 80's hair metal, Rush, ELP and other prog bands, and 90's power ballads and such. I'm also auditioning for TBA tomorrow, the Transy Male Acopella group. I really want to get back into guys groups, especially since ours in HS. I just need to get over my fear of singing in public (when I'm entirely coherent). I always choke for some reason. Maybe using Rick Astley as my auditioning piece will help.
It's just exciting getting myself out there, trying new things (some bad, some good). I'm trying to keep myself open to other things without losing the things that make me myself.
But blah blah. More importantly, I get to see Sara all the time again. And things couldn't be better. She's also keeping me in line and taking good care of me (because she's a really good girlfriend).Srsly how'd I get so lucky?
But I'm happy again. Really happy.
I really have nothing at all to post about. I've been scrounging about for something to write for a few days now. It is now 2:30 in the morning and I've been up painting and wrestling my frat brothers and thinking about things. It's been a wild three weeks so far, almost none stop. There have been some low times (like sucky classes) and some high times (like the Transy social scene). But I'm really getting out there these days.
I'm back with the brethren, which is just fun altogether. We have several things set for rush, which is going to be really fun. Not only are we chillin' with each other, but there are several cool new people I've met recently. And man, do I love having a room all to myself. I retract my lonely statement from earlier, I have enough people coming in and out everyday I don't feel that way anymore.
I'm also taking part in several new activities on campus. I've signed up for WTLX, Transy's radio station. I have a block I want to Dj called "Guilty Pleasures with Matt Bradley," a segment dedicated to the songs people love who are too afraid to admit to their friends they like. It'll give me a chance to showcase my Genesis trio, 80's hair metal, Rush, ELP and other prog bands, and 90's power ballads and such. I'm also auditioning for TBA tomorrow, the Transy Male Acopella group. I really want to get back into guys groups, especially since ours in HS. I just need to get over my fear of singing in public (when I'm entirely coherent). I always choke for some reason. Maybe using Rick Astley as my auditioning piece will help.
It's just exciting getting myself out there, trying new things (some bad, some good). I'm trying to keep myself open to other things without losing the things that make me myself.
But blah blah. More importantly, I get to see Sara all the time again. And things couldn't be better. She's also keeping me in line and taking good care of me (because she's a really good girlfriend).Srsly how'd I get so lucky?
But I'm happy again. Really happy.