It's Friday AGAIN

What's up crew? It's Friday AGAIN and that means it's blog time. Thanks for reading.

First of all, I'd like to catch you up a little bit. This weekend instead of going out partying two nights in a row, I'm actually going home to visit la familia. It should be quite nice. I don't care how much of a pussy I sound like for saying it but I actually miss my parents and will enjoy spending time with them.

Ok the blinds are closed. Jamal (my dear roommate), why are the blinds closed? It's fucking depressing in this dorm... Brb I'm opening the blinds. Ahhh much nicer.

So it's interesting to think of the two parallel types of weekends: go home weekends, and stay here weekends. Going home weekends are kinda lame actually, but necessary as you can't party all the time. However then there are stay here weekends when you get out of class, play madden and chill with ya boys for like 7 hours, until 10:30 or so then you go out. And in between is blog time. Both weekend setups are quite beautiful. They embrace each of the two different aspects of your typical douchebag. The tender, soft, inside of the douchebag; which loves family and relaxing with dad. And the other which is the hardcore outside that gets pussy, shotguns beer, and just in general fucks shit up.

So I'm gonna switch gears here a little bit and let you in on a little experimentation I've been doing. Since I have all week to harbor my thoughts before releasing them onto my blog, I've taken the time to write down a few blog topics to expand upon on come Friday. The theory is that my blog posts will be developed and more entertaining to read. So we'll give it a shot this week and see how it goes. It may turn out horrible and look like a term paper that no one wants to read.  We shall find out. Another thing I would like to do is write until the coffee is gone. I have neatly prepared two cups of coffee for today's blog-composing. I shall not stop writing until every drop is consumed.

And this coffee's good as shit by the way.

So I noticed on Wednesday of this week something about college that I think is incorrectly perceived. All summer up until college I heard about nonstop how college changes people, and will change me. College is an environment of freedom where you could do ANYTHING. You can apply yourself and succeed, you can party your ass off and drop out, you can do whatever the fuck you want. But after spending just a month here, I deem the theory incorrect. Thesis time bitch.

Although I do believe that people can/do change, frequently at that, college does not at all change you. Instead, college brings out parts of you that have been dormant for parts of, or even your whole life. It's difficult to describe, and difficult to find examples of. After a month of college, I party about five times as much as high school, I work out about five times harder than high school, and I study about five times harder than high school. But I still would never cheat on my girlfriend, I still would never do drugs or take similar risks, and I still treat life like a vacation.  College has not changed me a bit, but it has brought out and amplified certain aspects of me, while even further signifying the importance of other aspects. Some people let they're partying take over. They've always had the partying in them, but college yanked it into dominance and it now runs their life. Cite that shit I'm fucking right and you know it.

Weekends here are different. Yeah I know all through high school, and even on this blog especially I joked about weekends starting on Thursday's after all your non-fun shit is done, and yeah that's whatever. But this is now set in stone. Now, it is common knowledge, law if you will, that weekends start on Thursday. Jamal goes out every Thursday night while I do about 2-3 hours of chemistry. Which is fine with me because I want a good grade on chemistry more than I want to get shitty on a Thursday. I think I talked about this last Friday.

But even if I don't go out on Thursday nights, the spirit of the weekend is still alive. Being around people who are getting ready to party is actually mood-lifting, even while you gotta do work. I have to pee so fucking bad brb. Ok. Shit. So yeah it's 11:30pm and I'm on question 19 on chemistry, confused as fuck, just trying. When what do I hear? I hear "One big room, full of bad bitches" from down the hall. I peak my head out the door to see the commotion and it it's my floor having a good time. Ok I don't know why people hate being around others having fun while they aren't. It's selfish. Yeah, misery loves company, but in this sense, I'd rather do chemistry homework while surrounded by gentlemen who are happy about their Thursday night. So yes. Weekends start on Thursday night, even if I don't participate in the "festivities".

I live stress-free. All the time. Even when I'm stressed, it's just a facade, deep down I don't give a shit. This comes from my roots, of being from Miami; so close to the Keys, I've developed the quality of not becoming stressed easily. This is why on important tests, I do two things.

The first is rooted in tradition, I've been doing it for almost a year. After finishing a test, I take at least a minute to draw a nice palm tree on the back of the test. This lightens everything up. The stressed TA's grading the test see the palm tree and smile. The stressed sorority chick next to me who didn't study and is trying to cheat off me see's the palm tree and smiles. And lastly, and most importantly it effects me. I see the palm tree twice for each exam. I see it first when I draw it, and it calms my nerves as I review my answers. Then I see it again when I get the graded test back two weeks later. I first look at my grade and appreciate it. Then I turn the exam to the back side and see my palm tree I drew two weeks prior and again, I just calm down. The palm tree is the official logo of William Decker Loyd. It has vacational properties that yin-yangs and shit can't match. Hence the reason I draw it on my exams.

The second is a more recent movement. I wear sunglasses on top of my head while taking the exam. It's becoming something like a good luck charm. The sunglasses remind me where I came from, what I stand for, and where I'm going. It does a good deal of subconscious priming to boost my performance on my exam (DeSantis 2011). OMG I have to pee AGAIN. Brb. Back, anyway... Moving on.

That about concludes my post. This may be the longest post to date, which implies that my tactics for increasing thought and development and length for my posts have worked. But there's still one topic I'd like to discuss and I have about half a cup of coffee left. Actually I have two more topics cuz I just thought of one.

First and foremost, as I listen to the song "Welcome to My Hood' , I like to think of South Campus of UK my "hood". It's not a "hood" in the sense of cops busting pot dealers and welfare shit and whatever. It's not a hood in the sense of rappers spitting on top of shitty cars, no that's not what it's about. My hood is where there are hot girls in yoga pants. EVERYWHERE. My hood is a place where on a Friday afternoon you can  run around shirtless and you will be praised for your sculpted core. On a Saturday night you can return to your hood at 3am drunk as Charlie Sheen and you will be considered to be in the "normal" group. We party. We work. And me and my boys run it.

One last comment before I depart. Earlier this post I was talking about the two different weekend types. This observation may be biased, as I don't read my posts after posting them, but I believe that blogposts on "party weekends" are a lot douchier and cockier and just obnoxious by nature compared to the more formal and thought provoking "going home weekend" posts. Food for thought.

Ok I'm out. Time to go home. But first I have to call this fucking xbox repair center because they charged me and saying they didn't charge me. BULLSHIT. Ugh. Until next Friday...have a good week