On a mixed night out.
Sometimes, I don't know what to make of my social life here at Case. On some occasions, I think it to be very full of life. On other occasions, I think it's limping on one leg. Usually, I change phases only once per day, but today, I kept flipping back and forth between the two. And here's why.
We went out to celebrate Alison's birthday, since we couldn't during the school week. A couple of us (Batool, Eric, and Mike included) went to a jazz club downtown, which was a really cool place. I was really impressed with the bassist, but each musician was impressive in their own right. It was a good place to be...no pressures, no conversational blockades, just good atmosphere. I got to know Eric better, which is cool because he's a really good guy. Deaf in one ear, and doing crazy chemistry shit, but still a good guy overall.
On the way back, Batool told us that a couple of frats were hosting parties. And not my geeky frat, but more so the ones that were more akin to the Animal House perception of frats. Granted, frat parties aren't really my thing, but I figured "why not." I guess I can't really judge a party considering I haven't gone to one, so I head out to ZBT and Delta Tau Delta. And...
Yeah. It's pretty much the same as I envisioned it. I was unbelievably uncomfortable, and it just felt like these people who I talked to only hours before just changed completely. Me and Alison weren't too big on the whole thing, so we called it an early night and went to our dorms respectively. I saw Nalani downstairs, and gave her a wave hello. Went upstairs, took my sweater off, and realized that I'm not the slightest bit tired. I head back downstairs just to chat with Nalani, and then become embroiled in the usual Taft group.
And basically...I really didn't like what I saw. A couple of floormates came in completely sloshed, and Lisa was trying to help everyone out. I'm sitting here, thinking, "Aw man. What's going on here?" Everyone's going on about how great it is to be fucked up and how they're going to get beer and liquors, etcetcetc.
Is it bad to lie if you want to avoid the pressure of being put into a situation where people offer you drinks, but you don't want to seem anti-social because you don't believe in drinking as a way of release? I sometimes wonder...whether or not I should say my uncle died of alcohol poisoning or some shit like that. I mean...people would respect that, I'm guessing. And it gets me out of a tight bind...
- On a lighter note, I got locked out of the room today after I took a shower. Even if your roommate doesn't say anything, most people still have the peripheral vision to sense that, "Hey, my roommates wrapping a towel around his waist, carrying his basket of toiletries...I bet he's going to the shower!" nope. Not mine. My oblivious roommate. Locks me out while he does...something else. I feel really bad, knocking on people's doors and asking to use their phone while I'm still kinda drippy wet. I was debating to walk outside and go directly to the Wade Commons and getting an extra key, but that's a far walk and I'm sure many many people would not approve.
- Alison gave me her little Tare Panda cat bell. hee. ^_^
We went out to celebrate Alison's birthday, since we couldn't during the school week. A couple of us (Batool, Eric, and Mike included) went to a jazz club downtown, which was a really cool place. I was really impressed with the bassist, but each musician was impressive in their own right. It was a good place to be...no pressures, no conversational blockades, just good atmosphere. I got to know Eric better, which is cool because he's a really good guy. Deaf in one ear, and doing crazy chemistry shit, but still a good guy overall.
On the way back, Batool told us that a couple of frats were hosting parties. And not my geeky frat, but more so the ones that were more akin to the Animal House perception of frats. Granted, frat parties aren't really my thing, but I figured "why not." I guess I can't really judge a party considering I haven't gone to one, so I head out to ZBT and Delta Tau Delta. And...
Yeah. It's pretty much the same as I envisioned it. I was unbelievably uncomfortable, and it just felt like these people who I talked to only hours before just changed completely. Me and Alison weren't too big on the whole thing, so we called it an early night and went to our dorms respectively. I saw Nalani downstairs, and gave her a wave hello. Went upstairs, took my sweater off, and realized that I'm not the slightest bit tired. I head back downstairs just to chat with Nalani, and then become embroiled in the usual Taft group.
And basically...I really didn't like what I saw. A couple of floormates came in completely sloshed, and Lisa was trying to help everyone out. I'm sitting here, thinking, "Aw man. What's going on here?" Everyone's going on about how great it is to be fucked up and how they're going to get beer and liquors, etcetcetc.
Is it bad to lie if you want to avoid the pressure of being put into a situation where people offer you drinks, but you don't want to seem anti-social because you don't believe in drinking as a way of release? I sometimes wonder...whether or not I should say my uncle died of alcohol poisoning or some shit like that. I mean...people would respect that, I'm guessing. And it gets me out of a tight bind...
- On a lighter note, I got locked out of the room today after I took a shower. Even if your roommate doesn't say anything, most people still have the peripheral vision to sense that, "Hey, my roommates wrapping a towel around his waist, carrying his basket of toiletries...I bet he's going to the shower!" nope. Not mine. My oblivious roommate. Locks me out while he does...something else. I feel really bad, knocking on people's doors and asking to use their phone while I'm still kinda drippy wet. I was debating to walk outside and go directly to the Wade Commons and getting an extra key, but that's a far walk and I'm sure many many people would not approve.
- Alison gave me her little Tare Panda cat bell. hee. ^_^