Well, that's the last time I ever write a blog when I'm drunk. And not only drunk, but that "downward spiral" that girls have whenever they get too drunk and can't find their friends.
Like I said, it was a fantastic weekend. Concerts, parties, and friends, the whole time was a joyride. Now that I'm in the right state of mind, I think its safe to say that I really enjoyed spending the weekend with an assortment of differrent people. It keeps things....interesting.
I really don't know why I think having my other half at this point in time would be so vital to me. I'm 19 and I have so much more life to live its ridiculous. You're ridiculous.
So, if you haven't heard from me or looked at my facebook yet, I WAS 2 FEET AWAY FROM MAX BEMIS FOR AN HOUR AND A HALF! It was totally awesome, I pushed my way to the front and got a drumstick, a shoe, a guitar pick, held hands with Max, got sweat on by Max, and sang a whole chorus of a song when Max pointed the microphone at me. Legit.
The next day I got a free ticket and ride to go see A Day to Remember, courtesy of Garret and Julia. Luckily, I had just heard their new album 3 days before. Unluckily, they only played two songs off of it. Still a great show, though. I couldn't think of anyone better (or safer) to mosh with than Garret.
Other than that, I went to San Marcos for some epic pong action, went to West Campus and had one of the most complete nights of college since I could remember, and went from having nothing to do on the first day of break to going out and having another great night. Nice 5 day weekend, if you ask me.
Also, I'm glad I mentioned last time that I was going home in 2 and a half weeks, because I'm SO PUMPED! Time has flown by for all of us, its going to be the greatest break ever. If you're in Michigan on New Year's or during the 7th to the 9th of January, let me know because I definitely have some plans for you.
Sorry about the recollections but that's all I got tonight. Happy Thanksgiving. And go Michigan State!
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Be the greatest man in the world.
For starters, don't get me wrong, I've had one of the greatest weekends of my entire life, I've seen 4 of my favorite bands up close and personal in the last two days including grabbing a drumstick, a shoe, and a guitar pick, I've been to 3 legit parties and one that pretty much changed the way I view college as a whole, thanks to how we went from not having a party to go to, to one of the best parties that any of us have ever been to.
Even Jacob acknowledged that this has been one of the greatest weekends of my life. I'm going to go home in a couple weeks, finally getting to see my best friends who I was supposed to skype tonight. God, I love them.
But I'm still not happy. "He hates his life when he's sober" (I still remember that, Jacob). I still feel like there's a key part missing that I can't erase. And it's easier to explain if you can imagine this:
Every aspect of this weekend that has made it so awesome, it has been with a different group of people, except Jacob has been with me 2 of the 5 nights, he is the only exception.
I feel like I still need to find that one person to share with every moment of true happiness I endure. Without it, I'll feel the same way that I do now. And that just won't do.
I hope you understand what I'm getting at. Believe it or not, I am horribly intoxicated at the moment, and its best I go to sleep. Happy Thanksgiving!
Even Jacob acknowledged that this has been one of the greatest weekends of my life. I'm going to go home in a couple weeks, finally getting to see my best friends who I was supposed to skype tonight. God, I love them.
But I'm still not happy. "He hates his life when he's sober" (I still remember that, Jacob). I still feel like there's a key part missing that I can't erase. And it's easier to explain if you can imagine this:
Every aspect of this weekend that has made it so awesome, it has been with a different group of people, except Jacob has been with me 2 of the 5 nights, he is the only exception.
I feel like I still need to find that one person to share with every moment of true happiness I endure. Without it, I'll feel the same way that I do now. And that just won't do.
I hope you understand what I'm getting at. Believe it or not, I am horribly intoxicated at the moment, and its best I go to sleep. Happy Thanksgiving!
Monday, November 22, 2010
A phone, 50 cents, and I'm building up my confidence
I'm running on 11 hours of sleep for the entire weekend but I just wanted to say that I just stood front row at one of the greatest concerts of my life. More on all of this another day.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Met her at a party and I took her home, she is the saddest girl that I have ever known.
So I wasn't back as quickly as I had hoped to be.....I was planning to blog on Saturday night but we decided to go to a party at the last second, and it was actually one of the better nights I've had this semester. I thoroughly enjoyed every aspect of the night. And I just want to throw out there that I think its pretty cool that Jacob is single. I think if I go any farther than that people will think less of us. Maybe just me. I don't know.
Anyway, last Thursday, we walked down South Congress because it was the first Thursday of the month, and I have to say that it might have been the best sober night I had since I was home. I don't know if that's the characteristic of an alcoholic. I don't think so. But I'd be lying if I said that it doesn't worry me. Haha.
Speaking of home (I think I did this with the last blog), over the summer, Mike showed me postsecret.com. Its site where people mail in postcards with their secrets written on them, and its all anonymous. I hadn't really looked at it until I got to Austin and I have those weeknights when I'm up thinking til 4am. Anyway, a lot of the secrets are pretty bearable, like missing someone really bad if they're overseas, or wishing to get back together with an old flame. But some of the things these people are hiding are just incredible. There were a couple about one spouse having an affair with someone who was extremely close to the other spouse, or thoughts about one's own depression or the depression of someone close to them, or even things like being afraid to come out because the person was afraid that men wouldn't find him attractive. As messed up as a lot of it is, sometimes reading all of these things helps me realize that I'm not the only one who knows how messed up our lives can get.
Hah. Mike WOULD be the one to introduce that to me.
Also. I did my advising appointment yesterday, and I took a good look at my preferable classes that I will be taking next semester. THIS IS GOING TO SUCK. I'm basically taking the next level of every class that I'm taking now. Its going to be as hard, if not harder than it is right now. Put it this way...if things go my way, I have to take a three hour class on Monday nights. That is some booty (black terminology for bullshit) right there.
Hold up. Jacob just walked in and farted for 5 straight seconds, not even kidding. Gotta open a window.
Ok. Well when it is tomorrow at 10:30 in the morning, I will be exactly one month away from being on a flight to a small town full of over priviliged white people that I like to call "home." I have lots of more reasons to be looking up than down. We'll see how long I can keep it up.
Anyway, last Thursday, we walked down South Congress because it was the first Thursday of the month, and I have to say that it might have been the best sober night I had since I was home. I don't know if that's the characteristic of an alcoholic. I don't think so. But I'd be lying if I said that it doesn't worry me. Haha.
Speaking of home (I think I did this with the last blog), over the summer, Mike showed me postsecret.com. Its site where people mail in postcards with their secrets written on them, and its all anonymous. I hadn't really looked at it until I got to Austin and I have those weeknights when I'm up thinking til 4am. Anyway, a lot of the secrets are pretty bearable, like missing someone really bad if they're overseas, or wishing to get back together with an old flame. But some of the things these people are hiding are just incredible. There were a couple about one spouse having an affair with someone who was extremely close to the other spouse, or thoughts about one's own depression or the depression of someone close to them, or even things like being afraid to come out because the person was afraid that men wouldn't find him attractive. As messed up as a lot of it is, sometimes reading all of these things helps me realize that I'm not the only one who knows how messed up our lives can get.
Hah. Mike WOULD be the one to introduce that to me.
Also. I did my advising appointment yesterday, and I took a good look at my preferable classes that I will be taking next semester. THIS IS GOING TO SUCK. I'm basically taking the next level of every class that I'm taking now. Its going to be as hard, if not harder than it is right now. Put it this way...if things go my way, I have to take a three hour class on Monday nights. That is some booty (black terminology for bullshit) right there.
Hold up. Jacob just walked in and farted for 5 straight seconds, not even kidding. Gotta open a window.
Ok. Well when it is tomorrow at 10:30 in the morning, I will be exactly one month away from being on a flight to a small town full of over priviliged white people that I like to call "home." I have lots of more reasons to be looking up than down. We'll see how long I can keep it up.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
She doesn't care a thing about that hair, she thinks I'm beautiful
Happy November. We're currently 3 days in and I already look pretty sloppy, minus that bald spot directly below my chin. My mom said that if I keep brushing that spot with a toothbrush, stuff would finally start growing there, but that plan has been failing since the beginning of summer.
Speaking of summer, it reminds me of home, and I got my flight for Christmas break! Its going to be on December 10th, which is a Friday, which will from now on be declared Blackout Friday.
Halloween weekend was just what I needed. It was literally the first time in months that something turned out as good as I wanted it to be. No failed expectations. No worrying. No cares. Just living.
School still kicks me ass, in case you were wondering. I'm working my butt off just to stay on the Dean's List. If any other semester in my life is as hard as this one has been, call me an education major.
That's one thing that saddens me. A lot of my friends back home thought that I should be a preschool or kindergarten teacher, mainly because I'm pretty good with kids that age. And to tell you the truth, that would be a pretty awesome job. I can gurantee that my class would be fingerpainting all day, everyday.
But sadly, the pay for those kinds of jobs is near nothing. So is the chance of finding one. I was at this sketchy job interview/seminar last week, and the lady who was in control of it all said that she paid $25,000 for college, and the same exact amount was her salary her first year at her teaching job. That's dumb.
Recently, Jacob and I had a talk that sucked at the time but proved to be beneficial to the both of us. Later, he showed me the "Wear Sunscreen" speech from the 1990's. Tony told me about it once during the summer, but I neglected to read it because I didn't need it at the time (at least, I didn't think so). Hearing it for the first time was pretty cool. One piece of advice that really got to me was "Do something everyday that scares you." I actually thought about it and I think doing this would really work. For me, I feel lately like I've been hiding a lot of things from different people, and I'm scared to talk about them, because I feel like if I don't, everyone else will stay happy. Thus, saying these things scare me. Being more honest and upfront with people might vindicate me a little.
I don't have class on Friday, and I don't plan on having that much of a raging weekend, so you can expect me back soon. Talk to you lata.
Speaking of summer, it reminds me of home, and I got my flight for Christmas break! Its going to be on December 10th, which is a Friday, which will from now on be declared Blackout Friday.
Halloween weekend was just what I needed. It was literally the first time in months that something turned out as good as I wanted it to be. No failed expectations. No worrying. No cares. Just living.
School still kicks me ass, in case you were wondering. I'm working my butt off just to stay on the Dean's List. If any other semester in my life is as hard as this one has been, call me an education major.
That's one thing that saddens me. A lot of my friends back home thought that I should be a preschool or kindergarten teacher, mainly because I'm pretty good with kids that age. And to tell you the truth, that would be a pretty awesome job. I can gurantee that my class would be fingerpainting all day, everyday.
But sadly, the pay for those kinds of jobs is near nothing. So is the chance of finding one. I was at this sketchy job interview/seminar last week, and the lady who was in control of it all said that she paid $25,000 for college, and the same exact amount was her salary her first year at her teaching job. That's dumb.
Recently, Jacob and I had a talk that sucked at the time but proved to be beneficial to the both of us. Later, he showed me the "Wear Sunscreen" speech from the 1990's. Tony told me about it once during the summer, but I neglected to read it because I didn't need it at the time (at least, I didn't think so). Hearing it for the first time was pretty cool. One piece of advice that really got to me was "Do something everyday that scares you." I actually thought about it and I think doing this would really work. For me, I feel lately like I've been hiding a lot of things from different people, and I'm scared to talk about them, because I feel like if I don't, everyone else will stay happy. Thus, saying these things scare me. Being more honest and upfront with people might vindicate me a little.
I don't have class on Friday, and I don't plan on having that much of a raging weekend, so you can expect me back soon. Talk to you lata.
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