Saturday, January 26, 2008

Phone Call

I told my mom I drink
She didn't know what to think
I'm sure she's not very happy
and most likely told my pappy
I guess i'm no longer there boy
Because I act so stupid and coy
But I don't care how it looks
cause the Bitch hacked into my facebook
I don't know what to think
Guess I'll just sit and drink

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Brand New Everyday

Wake up. Roll over. Sleep. The alarm goes off and I smack the snooze. I fall back into a dream I was having about drinking Bourbon at my house why my dad is home. A lot if people are sitting in the living room drinking tea except for one person who has a clear plastic cup of bourbon. My dad enters the living room from my parents bedroom. He sees all of the cups and notices the one with the darker liquid. He makes a joke about how that doesn't look like tea, and then moves on to the kitchen. Wake up. Roll over. I wonder if my dream is a sign of things to come. The alarm goes off and This time I know I have to get up. I roll out of bed and try to figure out what day it is. I realize I have my gym class so I put on sweat pants and a t-shirt, grab a water, and head out the door. As I walk to my class I look at the frozen lake and wonder if the ice would break if i tried to stand on it....After class i go to the gym, like i do every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday....After the gym I grab a salad to go from Mrs. Greens and head back to my dorm to eat, shower, and do some work. I check my facebook, talk online, try and call Ember, and eventually I eat, shower, and do some work. I begin to think about routines. I like having a routine because every day when I wake up I know where I'm going and what I'm going to do. But does a routine mean that my life is less boring. Is it better to live a life of uncertainty, and to always have lots of surprises? While thinking all of this through it hit me. NO! It's not better, it's worse. Although I have a routine it is different everyday. Everyday i meet someone new, I do something different, and I say different things. I think it is impossible to not have a routine, because isn't not having a routine, just having a routine with the mindset that you don't have a routine. Which brings me to this conclusion. My life is not boring, it's interesting, it's exciting, it's brand new everyday.

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

A proper fuck

So over break I found out that I was getting a new roommate and I started freaking out. I just knew that I was going to get, and Violet's mom couldn't have put it any better, a homeschooler from Nelson county. However, my new roommate is not from nelson county, in fact he is form no where close. He is an international student all the way from London and he's pretty cool guy. So far i have learned that "The pound is higher than the dolla Holla," british people aren't meant to say, "Does he want to tap dat ass," and that in London they call poeple "proper fucks." Also, when it comes to soccer, or futbol, my favorite team is West Ham and all the other England teams suck, or I guess I could say are a bunch of proper fucks. I have also came to the conclusion that breakfeast is a big deal because my roomate eats it every morning. I asked him how many people were in the dining hall when he ate breakfeast and he said about nine. I bet their all british, or just weird Americans. Something else I'm just learning is that my new roommate also talks in his sleep, which is doing right now. Overall I'm all ready liking this semester more than last, and I think it has something to do with the new kid.

Monday, January 7, 2008


Last night I did something pretty stupid. I was a little tipsy and I was told that it wasn't harmful, that it was similar to something else. So I did it without thinking twice. And like I always do i texted those that mean the most to me to tell them about this new experiment. This is what I realized friends are for. They collectively made me realize how stupid I had been to do what i did. One even said that our friendship would end if i ever did it again, although they have yet to talk to me. THis also made me realize something about myself. Am I that much of a pushover, or did I make a decision on my own? All in all I know that i did one thing-I made a mistake, a big one. For something that was free, it cost so much.