College, is this it? Coked Up Girls and 23 Year Old Lesbians

I don't know what to say to the world today. For the past three days, I felt low energy. I am motivated to relax into my own body. I haven't done anything over the top. No special stories. I feel like I am settling again. I hate that feeling. It is the feeling that I've handed over control to fate. I stab at that feeling with all my might. That feeling is apparently part of human nature, I guess.

And to be fair, the level of energy I've settled at for the past few days isn't that bad. I stil had bursts of energy. At my current energy level, I made a new friend Saturday night while chilling at my dorm. Managed to spend the better part of Sunday night running and laughing around my floor.

My weekend events did not come close to the events my friends in New York and Massachusetts went through. My friend in New York managed to walk into a bathroom where his friends were doing lines of coke. Not the drink, that would just be a serious ass headache. Then he ends up at a girl's house who then procedes to talk on the phone with her ex-boyfriend for 3 hours while my friend sits. Poor fellow. Then at 7 am, after a sleepless night, a coked-up girl offers him sex. He kindly declines.

As for my friend in Massachusetts. He got fucked by a 23 year old lesbian in his hotel room while attending a convention. Need I say more.

One thing I've noticed across the board, there is a general feeling that nothing is being accomplished. College compared to high school is, most of the time, dull. In high school, we go through countless growth processes, phsycially and mentally. There are constant rewards and activities. In college, after all that constant activity of high school, one can be left feeling unfulfilled.

It is a little mind blowing that this semsters ends in merely six weeks. For me, the next two weeks are critical. Political Science paper due in three weeks.

I sometimes wonder what it be like going back home. Being away from home is difficult. It doesn't come from the lack of familar environment but of familar faces and smiles.

This weekend, many of my friends went home. The first time that happened was gruesome. Walking up and down the halls, no one to help distract me from the fact I miss my family and closest friends.

I guess that's why I've kept close to my high school friends. We all relatively deal with the same lost of familar faces and environment.

Simply thanksgiving break can't come soon enough. Though I hope it doesn't come too fast. 5-7 pages of a Poli Sci page doesn't just write itself.

In the end, this whole thing will probably be looked at as something good. The experience of being away from home for so long, 5 months for me now, will have some intrinsic value. Until that time comes, I'll patiently go through each day. One day at a time, dominating the world with a shit-eating grin and striking good looks. It's only fair.

Marvel