claychastain

Alright, so, as usual, not much is new. It turns out that all of my classes suck way more than I could have possibly predicted. Too much homework, most of which I don’t understand. This year alone I have written at least 4 papers, all of which rank among the worst I’ve ever created. Amazing.

Otherwise, nothing else has happened. Just school and chilling out. Hanging out at Bryce’s a lot, but that’s about it. Maybe something interesting will happen…

Yeah, we had fun.

School is actually over. Thank God. The projects all finally got finished and I’m done for my first year of college. I’ve done a lot this year. Everything from drinking heavily to going to Six Flags immediately after doing so. I also did some school work in between that (which explains my amazing grades… except not really). My final day my friend Bryce hosted a throw down of sorts, getting me drunker than I had ever been in my life (not that I remember specifically which time was better or not). The drive home was… interesting. I’m really happy to be home and finished though. This gives me time to not do anything, something which I did at college — but there was still pressure that at some point in the future I will have to do something.

Of course I’ll be starting work again, something which is far more challenging than college, but I get paid so it more than makes up for it. There’s really not much else to say. I guess next year will be as interesting as this year has been.

Lots of partying lately, but things are going to boil down to having to do a lot of actual work — a lot of hard work. Unfortunately, I really can’t bring myself to work on things like I should. I wrote an essay during the superbowl, and I think that somehow the superbowl was more interesting than my paper, which is moderately disappointing.

I have a marketing paper to do. It’s a group project where we all do three pages. I got into a group full of academic-minded people and I’m sure they will do a good job. Though, on some level, it’s upsetting how much they care about this. What does it matter? Not much at all, I’d say. But some people take things too seriously.

I find it wicked how well I did last semester. I keep telling myself it’s a fluke, but it may not be. Is college seriously this easy? Another question on my mind is what am I doing with my life? And I don’t have a definite answer to either, but I can guess that the first answer is “it looks like it” and the second is “nothing”. I still really want to join the Marines or something, but I upset my parents who have sacrificed (and make sure they tell me all the time) so much for this. I wish they’d understand what I’m going for, but nobody really does.

In more humorus news, there’s a huge hole in the wall of our closet. My roommate and I had always banged against the walls to our wallmates, and they did the same back to us. Somewhere during this, we broke the wall. Or, I think I did. It’s a huge hole. I wonder what I’ll do about that… Hopefully it’s just a fine, but I don’t have the money. Just another thing to rely on my parents for, another thing for them to get angry at me about.

Basically, the only conversation that I have with my parents is about school or about how much something costs. And if there’s anything bad, they’ll just bring that up for months and months. Great. Something to look forward to. I think I’ll just ignore it for a little while…