Welcome to 4 years for 10 years of loans
I’ve started college. What an interesting and time consuming thing! I really love it in San Antonio and it’s pretty much a party every single night. That said, I’m such a nerd that I still make time for getting on the internet, which I assume is a good thing to some degree…
I plan to stop the 24/7 party though, and focus a bit more on the more trivial things like eating healthy and getting at least 5 hours of sleep a night.
Beze Third, the original party crew
Life can be very interesting. Although it’s only been a little over a month since I left, things have changed dramatically. It’s odd, but I don’t mind it. Some people already don’t like Trinity. I love it.
I can’t say I ever have had so much fun in my life. I started this log a long time ago, 9th grade. Now I’m in college, my ultimate goal. But sadly, I’ve neglected my studies, my work, my life. And even more sad is that looming fact that I honestly don’t care.
The first day at Trinity was hard. You were alone. You had nothing to do but sit and stare, ponder about being alone. Life is a scary place. One week, you have friends, you go to parties, you forget about your life. Who I was is not who I am now; even though I have seen myself as largely static, I have finally changed. Life is a party.
It’s Tuesday. I have a three page paper due tomorrow. Why not go out and party? It’s 7 AM that morning, I am drunk. It’s 15 minutes until class. Write the paper. No time for spell checking, or even thinking. Turn it in. Get a 97. I hope school will continue to be this easy, but I am sure it won’t be. Slowly, the workload will creep up on me.
Speaking of which, it’s Sunday. Well, Monday now. I’m not sure how time has become so meaningless, unless you discovered you skipped two classes on accident. Oh well. Whatever. I don’t mind.
The epic mud fight
I called my parents today in an attempt to stall doing my work. I have a lot, I won’t lie. That part is depressing. I’m in the underground lounge below my hall. My intent was to do a paper while drying off my shoes (there was a huge storm and therefore, a mud fight started, and as always, I was there [just check Facebook]). I still haven’t done any work. I don’t really mind. I know it’s bad to procrastinate so much, but I’d much rather hang out with friends, party, or just pretend real life doesn’t exist.
Regardless, the point of this entry is the qualify my love for Trinity, the fun I’ve had, and the fun I will have. I honestly believe that college is the best time of my life — and I’ll exploit it to the fullest. Yet, my goal for this log is complete. Realistically, it was designed to keep track of my life leading to college and not my life in college. Midland was boring. San Antonio is not. High school was a joke. College is not.
This is Magnolia but improved. There are a lot of before and afters, but truthfully, college is something else entirely, something that I can’t put a definite definition on. It’s 2 AM. I have a class at 8:30. I just don’t care enough to go to sleep though.
Tommorrow I will go to San Antonio and check out Trinity. My parents are really excited for me; they’re really proud. I don’t know, this whole school thing wasn’t much of an accomplishment to me. Just trying to get through with it. However, they’ve become so annoying to me that I can’t stand them. Through their pride, or their worries, or whatever, they bug the crap out of me.
My dad just came in about an hour ago and said, “What’s wrong with you? You’re acting goofy!” He said this is the way that was meant to, I don’t know, piss me off. Yeah, sorry I don’t want to take photos of the campus where I’ll be spending the next four years of my life. It’s not like I won’t have time in the future too. Yeah, sorry if I haven’t packed because it takes so long to fold three shirts and a pair of pants. I told him that he was acting “goofy” to which he said something along the lines of “no, you are!” It was mildly entertaining, I guess — but it just made us both a little more pissed off about whatever it is he was criticizing me about. Still, he doesn’t really realize how he offends me.
I’m possibly acting goofy because I don’t know, I stayed up until 2 AM trying to do some worthless math review so I can take the test a day ahead of schedule because we had to leave on Friday. I’m possibly acting goofy because I just went to work and got home. I’m possibly acting goofy because maybe he’s making me.
Sometimes their caring is a little too strong. They do a lot for me, but they also make me go nuts. I really can’t wait until I get to do this college thing. You know, parents are separated from you and such. I just wish that I wouldn’t have to do laundry.
Well, today was smooth. Tuesday before Thanksgiving, affectionately called “senior skip day”. Or at least a good portion of the day in my case, just being a little sophomore. I stuck around for a few classes, but most of the time I was eating something. Apparently, when you skip here, the exciting thing to do is go to Sonic. A tad pathetic, but eh, free food a few times.
My math class that I stuck around for involved a fun thing: Math Jeopardy. My friend Javier said, “what is… boring?” and that pretty much made the class decent. The final scores on my team were -2200, -4500, -800, and 2300. The 2300 being mine. Although, I think the other team did a bit better, scoring only minor negatives.
In yearbook, another class I decided to hang around for, I showed up and then left with some people, like in other classes. Only I never bothered to show up at all.
My car is fixed as well, so I’m happy. Good news for me. Tommorrow is the day where I go to San Antonio. Three year tradition. I’ll get into that later. Or I may not; you know, whatever.
Well, today was smooth. Tuesday before Thanksgiving, affectionately called “senior skip day”. Or at least a good portion of the day in my case, just being a little sophomore. I stuck around for a few classes, but most of the time I was eating something. Apparently, when you skip here, the exciting thing to do is go to Sonic. A tad pathetic, but eh, free food a few times.
My math class that I stuck around for involved a fun thing: Math Jeopardy. My friend Javier said, “what is… boring?” and that pretty much made the class decent. The final scores on my team were -2200, -4500, -800, and 2300. The 2300 being mine. Although, I think the other team did a bit better, scoring only minor negatives.
In yearbook, another class I decided to hang around for, I showed up and then left with some people, like in other classes. Only I never bothered to show up at all.
My car is fixed as well, so I’m happy. Good news for me. Tommorrow is the day where I go to San Antonio. Three year tradition. I’ll get into that later. Or I may not; you know, whatever.
Tommorrow, I will get up early and ride to San Antonio. I bet that I will have lots of fun. I couldn’t sleep last night, I had a bad dream. Actually, it was quite good… it just sort of freaked me out.
“Don’t get too close or I’m liable to do something bad…”
“…”
“Fine, I warned you.”
“I’m sorry, you didn’t really want that did you?”
“No, I did.”
“Is this a dream?”
At which point I wake up. I’ve always had odd dreams. Lately nothing has been realistic or come true. I felt deja vu when waking up. I must have had the dream before and I just didn’t remember it. Odd.
Anyway, I’m packing my guitar and my camera. I need to relax… I’m so tired. Had to work on a Friday. (That’s why I saw you, Logen. Sorry I couldn’t have talked longer… I saw you try to roll your window down.)
I hope you have fun at your spring break…
La Tuna's signature "gravel", beer caps
I just got back from San Antonio, and I put up about half of all the pictures I took. I doubt they will do good; I’ve never used a digital camera or even used a camera to make art. Oh well, I had fun…
