Something is not right...
It is true...
When people die they go to better places..
Or so it seems when I apply it to college.
No...I take it back. It is to early to decide if this is truly a better place. However, I can say that it is a worthy substitute.
Some things are a miss in this place and I cannot place my finger on it. I think it started today but I don't care to remember. I've been taking care of business here in college though. I've been buying all the supplies that have been asked for me. I have proven to myself that I can take care of things when I want to as long as I want to. I love my parents, but damn them for thinking otherwise. They let me go to FSU, yes. This proves that they trust me, yes. But they doubted me. I know they did and probably still do because I lived my first 18 years of life with them.
It really hit me just a while ago. I was on my computer playing games no less and I was sucking at it. So I stopped. Then I went through my rounds around my favorites sites and blogs that belong to people I know. Then after a while, what I was doing didn't register. When I came back to life from my daze I realized that I was doing nothing. I am currently in what is to be "the best 4 or more years of my life."
I don't know what is wrong with me. The guys here are mostly cool and I have yet to meet a displeasing woman. My classes start at 11 00 am at the latest. And the last two days of my week have only one class in each. The more I think about it the more it confounds me. I should be taking random walks on campus. I should say hello to every person I sit next to in my classes, on the bus, or that I see in the elevator. That seems the protocol here. I should be out every weekend partying. I have not yet been to one such party. My roommate is not a dick. We get along just fine. I could of sworn I had something concrete to write about when I began this but I cannot find reason in what I am writing about anymore.
Some of my friends have come to FSU but instead of being happy about it, I dread seeing them again. I wanted to meet new people. And I have. Many new people. Male and female. I don't want to run from my past or anything. But there are things that I would of liked to leave behind but I can't because some of my friends are good friends. So I feel obligated to keep in touch with them.
...
The roof of my dorm fell on me the other day. I was sitting in my chair in front of my computer and a two foot in diameter and quarter inch thick slab of concrete fell and cracked on my head. It scratched my guitar, which has a messed up E string, scratched my moniter, and broke my printer. I'm in the process of claiming all this damage.
I think I'm going about my college life in an entirely wrong way. But then again it is only the second week. And maybe I'm just in a funk.
I'd apologize for wasting your time reading this but it is YOUR time. And you chose to read it.
Sincerely
Ricardo
When people die they go to better places..
Or so it seems when I apply it to college.
No...I take it back. It is to early to decide if this is truly a better place. However, I can say that it is a worthy substitute.
Some things are a miss in this place and I cannot place my finger on it. I think it started today but I don't care to remember. I've been taking care of business here in college though. I've been buying all the supplies that have been asked for me. I have proven to myself that I can take care of things when I want to as long as I want to. I love my parents, but damn them for thinking otherwise. They let me go to FSU, yes. This proves that they trust me, yes. But they doubted me. I know they did and probably still do because I lived my first 18 years of life with them.
It really hit me just a while ago. I was on my computer playing games no less and I was sucking at it. So I stopped. Then I went through my rounds around my favorites sites and blogs that belong to people I know. Then after a while, what I was doing didn't register. When I came back to life from my daze I realized that I was doing nothing. I am currently in what is to be "the best 4 or more years of my life."
I don't know what is wrong with me. The guys here are mostly cool and I have yet to meet a displeasing woman. My classes start at 11 00 am at the latest. And the last two days of my week have only one class in each. The more I think about it the more it confounds me. I should be taking random walks on campus. I should say hello to every person I sit next to in my classes, on the bus, or that I see in the elevator. That seems the protocol here. I should be out every weekend partying. I have not yet been to one such party. My roommate is not a dick. We get along just fine. I could of sworn I had something concrete to write about when I began this but I cannot find reason in what I am writing about anymore.
Some of my friends have come to FSU but instead of being happy about it, I dread seeing them again. I wanted to meet new people. And I have. Many new people. Male and female. I don't want to run from my past or anything. But there are things that I would of liked to leave behind but I can't because some of my friends are good friends. So I feel obligated to keep in touch with them.
...
The roof of my dorm fell on me the other day. I was sitting in my chair in front of my computer and a two foot in diameter and quarter inch thick slab of concrete fell and cracked on my head. It scratched my guitar, which has a messed up E string, scratched my moniter, and broke my printer. I'm in the process of claiming all this damage.
I think I'm going about my college life in an entirely wrong way. But then again it is only the second week. And maybe I'm just in a funk.
I'd apologize for wasting your time reading this but it is YOUR time. And you chose to read it.
Sincerely
Ricardo