Awesome...
Dude, so things have either taken a turn for the better, or i'm getting complacent. Thrusday, I met some really cool people, yesterday I met some really cool people, tonight, hung out with a really cool girl on my floor. It was all really nice.
Through some IMing on my part, I found out about some concert thing last night in the student union. It ended up being really cool. And the lead singer guy was really hot, and the music was good enough where, of course, I had to buy something. It's just like the pop punk I used to listen to when I was in high school, but better produced...more grown up sounding. Like they actually have some sort of artistic insight or something. So, nice. Took a jwalk afterward, came home, and started doodling. Then Katie and Sean came back from something...I instantly bombarded katie with my incessant rambling on whatever it was about what i was drawing that seemed important. That's when I miss Hill and the girls...we all think whatever the other person is saying is interesting, or we pretend to. There're no hard feelings with incesssant rambling...it's expected.
Today, woke up late. Like, 3:30. Sean and Katie were gone, so I just kinda frumped around. Ended up talking to Ashley from down the hall, and we ended up hanging out for a while. Watched Mean Girls and went to Ruby Tuesdays. Random hang-outage, but it was real nice. Went out for a cigarette, and met someone new. Some drunk gay kid, rambling incessantly about how much better he was. All the things he was saying you knew were planned, if not at that moment, then atleast while pondering sometime about how to disguise how he really felt into what he considered intelligent, but that most would recieve as painfully transparent. We smoked the roaches I had (my idea...ran out last night and kinda wanted to smoke some), talked for a while, and I came back to my room. I was proud...I actually had standars in the face of opportunity. Huzzah.
So, brief descriptions on how what was bothering me MAY be resolving itself. Not to jinx it. Do things get better, or do you just adapt? See really long IM convo posted a few days ago.
Au revoir, bitches!
Through some IMing on my part, I found out about some concert thing last night in the student union. It ended up being really cool. And the lead singer guy was really hot, and the music was good enough where, of course, I had to buy something. It's just like the pop punk I used to listen to when I was in high school, but better produced...more grown up sounding. Like they actually have some sort of artistic insight or something. So, nice. Took a jwalk afterward, came home, and started doodling. Then Katie and Sean came back from something...I instantly bombarded katie with my incessant rambling on whatever it was about what i was drawing that seemed important. That's when I miss Hill and the girls...we all think whatever the other person is saying is interesting, or we pretend to. There're no hard feelings with incesssant rambling...it's expected.
Today, woke up late. Like, 3:30. Sean and Katie were gone, so I just kinda frumped around. Ended up talking to Ashley from down the hall, and we ended up hanging out for a while. Watched Mean Girls and went to Ruby Tuesdays. Random hang-outage, but it was real nice. Went out for a cigarette, and met someone new. Some drunk gay kid, rambling incessantly about how much better he was. All the things he was saying you knew were planned, if not at that moment, then atleast while pondering sometime about how to disguise how he really felt into what he considered intelligent, but that most would recieve as painfully transparent. We smoked the roaches I had (my idea...ran out last night and kinda wanted to smoke some), talked for a while, and I came back to my room. I was proud...I actually had standars in the face of opportunity. Huzzah.
So, brief descriptions on how what was bothering me MAY be resolving itself. Not to jinx it. Do things get better, or do you just adapt? See really long IM convo posted a few days ago.
Au revoir, bitches!