My new life starts...now

From now on:

I will make all of my own decisions
I will not play fifty dollar poker games
I will go to the gym every day possible
I will not skip class
I will do all of my homework, on time
I will not eat out more than twice a week
I will go to at least one concert a month
I will keep a better log of the fraternity's transactions
I will give a serious report every week at Exec. board meetings
I will eat at least two, full feals a day
I will study my Greek flash cards every night during winter session, and every night before class during spring semester
I will make a better effort to hang around North Hall
I will keep my door open as often as possible
I will play my guitar everyday
I will keep track of my personal transactions
I will only drive other people's vehicles when absolutely necessary
I will purchase a new cd a month from Relative Theory

I may never look at this list again, but it hopefully represents the fact that I plan on living well when I get back to college. No more skipping class for two days straight for no reason other than sleeping in. No more eating at Wendy's every night for a week. No more drifting through. No more regrets.

Back to school in a couple days

I wonder if my college friends like bowling?

Stranded

That's right folks. I am stranded at the top of the Appalacian mountains in West Virginia tonight. The good news: they have running water and the internet (obviously). The bad news, however, is that I had several things planned for tonight back in Stafford. If I were home right now, I'd have already hung out with Ashlee for a while, had a cup of coffee with Kimmy, maybe would have gotten to see Kelly for a bit, and would be currently preparing to violate yard reindeer with Joe and Ronnie. Instead, I am here. Stranded.

The party at Wayne's last night was bangin'. I got to see several people I haven't seen in a while, witnessed several church friends get smashed, and I got to jam with Ryan and Justin Loucks for a good hour in Josh's room. I had a good time. Until I had to wake up this morning at 8am to come to West Virginia. I hope to God we leave EARLY tomorrow. I may still be able to hang out with Kimmy a little (which I've been wanting to do ever since break started, but things have gotten in the way, I guess). Joe may be up for something. But most likely, it will be too late to salvage this disasterous turn of events. Christmas Eve is not usually a good day for hanging out with people.

I started reading "The Myth of Sisyphus" by Albert Camus. It was incredible for the first 3 or 4 pages, but I've come to the conclusion that it is either a terrible translation from the original French or it is way too pretentious for my taste.The actual analysis of Sisyphus and his eternal torment at the end of the book is well done, although some points ought to be clarified further. Maybe he does that clarification somewhere in the rest of the essay; I failed to pick up on it.

I think I'm going to try sleeping now. That is, afterall, one of the greatest cures for boredem, and shall allow time to pass quickly under the radar of my consciousness so that I may return to Stafford with much haste.

I also miss the mix tape I made for myself. I can only listen to David Phelps and Bill Gaither for so long before I explode into a giant green monster with purple pants.

"Mistakes We Knew We Were Making"

I've stop putting new clothes on, and taking showers for that matter. Hopefully that will change when I get back home for break. Well, at least by next semester...

My relationship with Holly is currently stressing me out. It is currently stressing her out, too. This problem of ours seems seasonal now. As always, I'm hoping for the best and dealing with what comes.

I have a LOT of papers to write. It's really just a game anyway. Do these papers and exams really validate the semester of thought and effort Ive put into the classes I'm in? All these papers prove now is that I can communicate the information I've learned in a systematized and clear fashion. If thats what college is supposed to do - to enable us to communicate clearly - then college is failing me because I feel like I've gotten worse at the spoken word. Whatever, right?

I'm gonna have a single next semester, so hurray for the good news!!! This makes me hopeful for the Spring. There is an empty bottle of Yuengling and old Chinese food trash on my desk (both belonging to one of the many random guests in my room), and as much as I love not finding my dress shoes or schoolbooks in the ridiculous mess that is my room, I think I'll quickly get used to the idea of having my own room.

I feel like a bleeding heart with legs recently.

Sometimes Virginia Wesleyan really bums me out. The only good friends I have here are my friends in East, ad if I'm not hanging out with them or doing something fun with Holly, I'm wishing I was at Tech or Mason, or somewhere big. I want to be overwhelmed by the number of people around me, and I want to know that there are other people out there. But it feels like there is no one else at VWC.

But I try to not be a whiner about it. There'll be times when I get really bummed out by it (and that's happening more frequently now), but I need to stop doing that. I always feel good after doing some homework or reading a book, and I don't need a social life for that. I mean, I want a social life, but if I can't seem to find a good one here, I need to remind myself that I have one at home, and while I'm here I can do other things that uplift me, like learning. That's why I'm here anyway. I guess that makes me a nerd.

I really want to go to NYU for part of the summer to take a class up there. To learn philosophy at a bigtime university in the middle of Manhattan and to stay in Greenwich Village for a month would be fantastic. But I dont think its gonna happen because it will cost about 5 grand, and my parents can't front that kind of money right now for something like that. However, I may still be able to live in New York for the summer.

It's Drew's birthday today, and me and Holly are about to go out to Plaza Azteca with Drew and Ivy and I'm guessing some other people too. It's a good thing too, cuz I'm starving!

Sometimes Virginia Wesleyan really bums me out. The only good friends I have here are my friends in East, ad if I'm not hanging out with them or doing something fun with Holly, I'm wishing I was at Tech or Mason, or somewhere big. I want to be overwhelmed by the number of people around me, and I want to know that there are other people out there. But it feels like there is no one else at VWC.

But I try to not be a whiner about it. There'll be times when I get really bummed out by it (and that's happening more frequently now), but I need to stop doing that. I always feel good after doing some homework or reading a book, and I don't need a social life for that. I mean, I want a social life, but if I can't seem to find a good one here, I need to remind myself that I have one at home, and while I'm here I can do other things that uplift me, like learning. That's why I'm here anyway. I guess that makes me a nerd.

I really want to go to NYU for part of the summer to take a class up there. To learn philosophy at a bigtime university in the middle of Manhattan and to stay in Greenwich Village for a month would be fantastic. But I dont think its gonna happen because it will cost about 5 grand, and my parents can't front that kind of money right now for something like that. However, I may still be able to live in New York for the summer.

It's Drew's birthday today, ao me and Holly are about to go out to Plaza Azteca with Drew and Ivy and I'm guessing some other people too. It's a good thing too, cuz I'm starving!