A Very Enjoyable Holiday Break

Well let's see... Actually that's it.  I don't like this whole title thing.  If it weren't for the title, I could've spent about 2 sentences stating what I did in only five words above.  Now I don't even have the motivation to elaborate because that damn title stole my thunder.  Forget this.

Busy, but NOT Amused

As I mentioned earlier, I was informed that fun had a direct correlation with involved-ness on campus.  Well I am already pretty darn involved.  Out of all the people I know, I think only Mary has me beat in her "involved-ness".  I'm not having fun.  In fact, I'm just annoyed most of the time.  What fun I do have can't be attributed to being involved.  The fun I have occurs when I'm not at work or at a club.  In fact, the fun I'm having so far has just about nothing to do with college at all.  With the exception of the few awesome people I meet in the commuter lounge, it seems that the entirety of the college population is relatively boring and uninteresting. 

I miss high school.  Yes, I said it.  Dear College: Middle finger.  Dear drunken sluts and dumb jocks:  Why are there so many of you and why do you suck so much?

Most Ridiculous Conversation. Ever?

LittlePerez38: why attack mudslinging
skavar42: i thought of asking her
skavar42: but
LittlePerez38: it just sounds like so much fun
LittlePerez38: messy, messy fun.
skavar42: meh- i thought of asking why but it's one of those situations
LittlePerez38: so benign and innocent.  like a little kindergarden kid running home from school splashing in puddles
skavar42: where you think you probably have the better judgement
LittlePerez38: mudslinging.
skavar42: but she's so happy in her ignorance
LittlePerez38: imagine that.
LittlePerez38: splashing in puddles.

What you just witnessed was an event that few have the opportunity to witness.  Two people, apparently conversing with each other, while in fact, each was having his own, distinct, one sided and self satisfying conversation.  This is what happens whenever Pat and I talk.  We start out on the same page.  Some common ground.  Some connecting link.  "Mudslinging".  Then off I go to this lovely place called tangentville.

Last Update?

I don't know.  Do I care enough to pretend this will ever be updated again?  Or maybe it won't even be pretending.  Maybe every once in a while I'll take some time out of wasting time and write an entry about college.  In fact, maybe now is one such time.

College is actually mmmmbleh.  As you might know, I just don't drink.  Apparently, I made the mistake of overestimating the number other of people my age with the same policies on that.  In fact, just so the college can pretend that drinking isn't the only thing college kids do, I've been told fun will happen if I get involved in things.  Load of shit.  Being involved is nothing but boring, in the case of most clubs here.  So, I try to make what fun I can with the good folks of the commuter lounge. 

I'm actually looking forward to coming back to the high school and hanging out with people who don't drink non-stop when I help out with the musical this coming spring.  Fingers crossed for Star Wars the Musical, everybody.

Eh.  Other news, I got a job at CVS Pharmacy in Cedar Crest Square.  I count pills...

Good story.