I need to hop back on this moving train of sharing my feelings with the rest of humanity (or just all 12 and a half of you that read this).
I hit that point in the road recently where school goes from bad to poopy. I'm not racist but I just want to say that Black History Month has not been the kindest to Evan. If anyone finds how any of that has everything to do with anything, you let me know.
The only social thing I have the pleasure of worrying about lately has been spring break. Unless the reservation to the hotel falls through, I'm going to the Gulf and enveloping myself in the adolescent ritual of consuming alcohol on a beach with thousands of other people. Talk about growing up.
What sucks and doesn't suck at the same time is that I won't be going home. Obviously, everyone will be in town to celebrate my best friend Mike's birthday during the first weekend, but I'm pretty sure I would have spent Sunday through Friday on my butt. Tsk tsk selfish Evan. Maybe this whole "being selfish" is a part of growing up too. Like I said before, most of us have about 7-10 years before our souls get crushed by the vacuous confines of the real world. I don't know how drowing in a sea of intoxicted youth will prevent my soul from getting crushed any sooner, but its got to be better than sitting on my computer, writing a blog that I can't even find a stylish background to compliment it with.
The Tom Petty quote about college that I saw has a line that recites "The work never ends, but college does." Nothing would please me more than to
1. Show Asher Roth this quote.
2. Say that its not true.
But sadly, tis true. I've been busy non-stop for the last two weeks, and spring break will be the next time that I'm not. Life doesn't hand out spring breaks. I was really hoping Obama would change that but he gave us health care instead. Beggers can't be choosers.
OH MY GOD I REMEMBER WHAT I WANTED TO SAY!
Alight listen, people. I'm not the dumbass I portray myself to be. I got straight A's throughout elementary and junior high, was National Honor Society President in high school and I haven't gotten less than an A in college in over a year. Yes I know! I'm bragging my ass off, but I am SO SICK of people thinking that I'm an idiot or just another "Bro." This lifestyle, the one that makes really crude jokes, makes fun of people in front of their faces, shouts incoherent swear words at people who don't deserve it (hahahahha): it's all my own choice. Some people may think its weird that I choose to bend the two lives into one, but WHAT'S THE POINT OF LIFE IF YOU CAN'T ENJOY EVERY ASPECT OF IT?
I'm not trying to sound angry, but its just something that's irked me since like, fifth grade.
I think its time that I post this sucker to facebook so that a bumch of random people will read it, so if you made it this far......it probably means that you don't have ADD. Probs to you.
Misc facts.....
I just want to apologize to friends back home about the spring break issue. I'll see you guys in May where we can continue our stupid antics.
My first name really isn't Evander. But its something I might want to name a child.
Today my accounting teacher said "Since we're in the two o'clock class..." but she said it fast so I thought she said "Since we're in the Ku Klux Klan..." and I kinda freaked for a second and thought I went to the wrong class again.
The same teacher said "I thought it was going to be bigger than it actually was." I said "That's what she said" and the kid in front of me looked back in a creepy way and nodded. Business majors are weird.
I slept for 14 hours Tuesday night and woke up still tired.
I'm tired with this post....
Goodnight.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Make sure I know who's taking you home.
Back after who knows how long. What is with this cold weather? Is this not Texas? Is this not why I found moving here from Michigan worthwhile? I think its going to warm up so I can actually go outside and not cry the whole time.
So what's new? I'd talk about how dumb school is and how intoxicated I get every weekend, but I've realized that if you were to write about your life, I would just get bored, so I'm going to spare you the precious seconds I'm wasting from your life.
That's one thing I've noticed lately. I feel like a person can only be in your life for so long until one just becomes bored of the other. I hate to be the Debbie Downer in your life but I'm just talking truth, like Ke$ha. I honestly feel like if I lived at home, I'd get really depressed from it after about 6 months. I'm positive that moving 1500 miles away was the best thing that could have happened. It makes coming home so much sweeter than it is for most people.
Plus all of the girls are down here anyway.
I wonder what that means about me marrying someone, someday. Am I just gonna call it quits after 5 years? Scary scary thoughts.
I feel like this year, everyone should step outside their comfort zone and do something ridiculously un-(insert your name)-like. I'm going to the UP this summer to check out this haunted lighthouse with my friends. But you have to remember that my face is next to "wimp" in the dictionary, so its totally legit. I also think I might try hard liquor more. My stomach is about as weak as me, I feel like if something's gonna get stronger, it won't be my muscles.
You're an idiot if you didn't think that last one was a joke. Name the last successful person you knew who made it a resolution to drink more. Butt cake.
In my dilemmas class the other day, we were talking about economic happiness. Some girl's powerpoint told us that if you get married and graduate high school, you'll be economically stable. Do I look stupid? Unless you're a certified gold digger, you're not gonna marry just so it keeps you off the streets, you marry someone because you're in love with them and you don't want to wake up next to a different person for as long as you live. And as for worrying about your income....you're only going to receive what you put into this life. If you don't want to make money, don't go to school. Is it really that hard to understand?
From what I've heard, your soul gets crushed around the age of 29 or 30 by an entity known as "the real world." That means anyone who really even reads this has a good 8-10 years before its "bye bye social life." And this is when we transition back to the whole "outside you're comfort zone" thing. Hell, live it up. Am I ashamed that I drunkenly pledged to a frat and don't remember anything about it? Not really (that's kinda cool, actually). But am I going to tell my grandchildren about it when they hit preschool? You bet your sweet ass I am.
Well that's enough blabbering and useless thinking I have tonight. At this pace, you can expect me back when I'm legal. Lemme hear you say "Drunk blog"!!!
So what's new? I'd talk about how dumb school is and how intoxicated I get every weekend, but I've realized that if you were to write about your life, I would just get bored, so I'm going to spare you the precious seconds I'm wasting from your life.
That's one thing I've noticed lately. I feel like a person can only be in your life for so long until one just becomes bored of the other. I hate to be the Debbie Downer in your life but I'm just talking truth, like Ke$ha. I honestly feel like if I lived at home, I'd get really depressed from it after about 6 months. I'm positive that moving 1500 miles away was the best thing that could have happened. It makes coming home so much sweeter than it is for most people.
Plus all of the girls are down here anyway.
I wonder what that means about me marrying someone, someday. Am I just gonna call it quits after 5 years? Scary scary thoughts.
I feel like this year, everyone should step outside their comfort zone and do something ridiculously un-(insert your name)-like. I'm going to the UP this summer to check out this haunted lighthouse with my friends. But you have to remember that my face is next to "wimp" in the dictionary, so its totally legit. I also think I might try hard liquor more. My stomach is about as weak as me, I feel like if something's gonna get stronger, it won't be my muscles.
You're an idiot if you didn't think that last one was a joke. Name the last successful person you knew who made it a resolution to drink more. Butt cake.
In my dilemmas class the other day, we were talking about economic happiness. Some girl's powerpoint told us that if you get married and graduate high school, you'll be economically stable. Do I look stupid? Unless you're a certified gold digger, you're not gonna marry just so it keeps you off the streets, you marry someone because you're in love with them and you don't want to wake up next to a different person for as long as you live. And as for worrying about your income....you're only going to receive what you put into this life. If you don't want to make money, don't go to school. Is it really that hard to understand?
From what I've heard, your soul gets crushed around the age of 29 or 30 by an entity known as "the real world." That means anyone who really even reads this has a good 8-10 years before its "bye bye social life." And this is when we transition back to the whole "outside you're comfort zone" thing. Hell, live it up. Am I ashamed that I drunkenly pledged to a frat and don't remember anything about it? Not really (that's kinda cool, actually). But am I going to tell my grandchildren about it when they hit preschool? You bet your sweet ass I am.
Well that's enough blabbering and useless thinking I have tonight. At this pace, you can expect me back when I'm legal. Lemme hear you say "Drunk blog"!!!
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Doesn't matter if your glass is half full or half empty. Be thankful you have water.
Sorry I haven't been around. Its been hell lately and will continue to be for a while. As of right now I have a pretty relaxing weekend coming up so hopefully you'll here from me then.
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