The world is wide, the time goes by. The tour is over, I survived.

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.

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"!!!

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.

And you never would have thought in the end, how amazing it feels just to live again.

Sooner than expected. It was a pretty good weekend to start off the year. Friday I hung out with some good friends and realized that some board games can actually be much better if females happen to go out to get something to eat. And Saturday was doing what I do best in Austin. That's as far as I'm going to go. But the weekend to come has some high expectations.
Speaking of high expectations, I've been thinking a lot about this life lately. I went through a pretty rough patch last year where I just saw everything in life as a failed expectation of everything else. I don't think I've really said this to anyone, but I have this strange superiority complex that makes me think I need to be the most well known, have the most friends, get the best paying job, etc. if I ever want to have a chance at being happy. I use to think that everyone had this problem, as I passed other people who I thought I was "better" than and wondered to myself if they were happy with the lives they were living. A while ago I thought about everything and realized that things like these stupid pop songs about the fake everlasting love, those television shows that depict the unbelievable college experience where every single day seems to be awesome enough to be documented on a tv screen, the magazines that depict how people should "really" look, those "once in a lifetime" parties that you always wish you could go back to but realize that its behind you forever.....those are what's to blame for all of this. They bludgeon people with false hopes that their lives are going to be so much better than they are presently. And the only way to see past these things and to live your OWN life is some kind of pre-midlife crisis where you come to the realization that you're only going to get out of this life what you put into it. Others know it as "growing up." I call it "college."
Luckily that stuff is all behind me but I just thought it'd be nice to post remembrance of such times. Like I said, I have a a great weekend coming up, after a "I don't really know what to expect" week of school that's also coming up. Mostly checking to see if my phone will ever go off.

Changing

So its been pretty much a whole month. Sorry about that. Um...its late and I'm tired, but I'm waiting for my iPod to charge so I'm just gonna chill here for a bit.
Home was really fun. Christmas, New Years, and Evanfest were fun times that I'll remember for as long as I go on. I already miss my buds but the first couple of days of Austin have been fun, and its been good to see everyone again.
I've only had one day of school so far but I can already tell that its going to be a busy semester. I'm not going to be on the computer much but at least I'm giving you warning before I go off and live my life without others reading about it.
Back home I started writing a much more personal blog that no on else will ever read. I'm probably going to keep writing in it until I'm around 30 or so and then read it when I'm 60 or so and laugh about what a young guppie I was back in the day.

People are starting to worry about me again. About my personal health and my workload in school and my moods and how they all somehow tie in together. I don't mind the fact that others carry about my well being, but sometimes I wish that people would just have faith in me instead. I know what I'm doing. If you think I lost weight and you're about to tell me how thin I look, remember that I worked my ass off last semester with school and that some aspects of a persons life tend to affect other parts, as well. I can only be so many people at one time. I can't be expected to go for a 4.0 and be able to work out as much as I did freshman year. I'm taking 18 hours this semester and that's only made what people say to me even worse. I wish that I could just say it was just my family but its been a lot others, too. I just want everyone know that I'm gonna ok. And if I won't be, so be it.

I'm gonna start working out again on a regular basis starting tomorrow morning, and then I'm going to find out a decent way to balance all of this classwork out.
Just have some faith in me.

Ohhh baby, I'm tearing up this town.

For some reason, everytime I open my computer now (2-3 times a day) I'll look to see the amount of views my blog has but I never write anything. Well break has been good to me, unlike the majority of everyone else. Sorry that I love not having school.
But that's not really it, and you know it. Its been good to see the guys and everyone else again. I'm not used to the cold because I haven't been this cold since last winter break. To prove it, I'm wearing two jackets right meow and I'm in my heated house. And my car has been acting up the last couple of days and it makes me feel like I'm back at school when I have to ask to bum rides off people.
I got my job back at that baby store across town again. My boss said she could have me trained as a cashier and that it would let me work up to 40 hours a week. I think if this works out, I won't have/need to stay in Texas over the summer. At this point, I'm perfectly fine with that. A lot of people have been complaining about living with their parents lately, and I'm not saying that mine are saints, but being around my friends so much seems to cancel everything out.
On Friday, our entire group returned home and we celebrated our first Blackout Friday. It was definitely a dude fest, but we planned it that way because we deserve to act like fools after finally being reunited. I took a lot of memorable pictures that I don't remember, but my adaptor cord is in Texas so I guess I'll just take a poopload of pictures over break and upload the best/appropriate ones when I get back to school.
A quick week has already gone by, but luckily I have four more left, and there's plenty more to look forward too: Christmas (mainly just getting free stuff part), New Years, Winter Jousting, Evanfest 2011 (at Grand Valley State), my birthday. Its going to be a fun time and I'm already feeling sorry for the future me who has to go back and take an 18 hour semester. Fun shit.

I will see you there or I will see you another time!

The semester is over. I am a good combination of really excited, happy, ecstatic, and a little sad. The only reason that I'm sad is because I won't be in Austin for the next 5 weeks, but lucky for me, I'll get to be home with my best friends! We already have a lot of stuff planned, and it should be better than last Christmas break, and that's really saying something.
This has easily been the best semester so far in Austin. I've partied the hardest than I ever have, and I'm going to get a 4.0 even though I've had the toughest classes that I've ever had. And all of that happened without me having a car. Luckily, the part about the car changes in January.
I've also learned a lot of stuff outside of school here, but I think I covered that in the last post.
I've also met a lot more people that go to this school. Obviously I've met some freshman, but I think its also cool to meet more people that are in your grade or older. Frisbee, for example. There were a lot of seniors this year, and one, Alex, is graduating and moving back to Oregon. It was kind of weird saying goodbye...all that you can really force out of yourself is a "Good luck." But fortunately, that's life and it happens to everyone.
Thankfully, January is a whole new semester and there are going to be a ton of new people to meet, especially in my classes. However, I think its cool having the same core group in all of your classes.
I've also already started looking ahead to junior year. I've talked to a few kids here, and we're all looking to get a house for that school year. I honestly don't want to have a place where we throw a party every other weekend, but if we can throw one or two a semester, and its the kind of party that people can look back on because it exemplified their four years of college, that will be good enough for me.
Because I think that's what we're all put here for: to leave our mark on something. My only goal for these three and a half years here is to be able to come back here when I'm 35, see a building or something like that, smile, and think "That was me....I did that." I really don't know what the sight I'm looking at will be, but I'm sure I'll figure it all out one day.
But now, its time to celebrate the fact that I have no worries for the next 5 weeks (except for coming up with beer money somehow) and then to recover in time to be up by 8am tomorrow morning. I think I said this when I left home so I'll say it again: catch you on the flip side!