That little thing made my day. Karen sent it to me, how nice of her.
So I'm taking a study break. I've done about all I can for now. I'll do more later but I thought a blog and coffee break would do myself well. The coffee is rather thick and bold this afternoon compared to what I usually drink. It's the same Tribute, however I just made it a little different and I gotta say I like it. Fuck I just spilled it. Brb. Spilt coffee is fucking gay.
So my new best bro Tom Rupp has caused my perspective on my dorm in Kirwan Tower once again. I've compared my dorm to ships, to party caverns, to even a beach. Recently my bro Tom has been avoiding someone in his own dorm, and has been taking refuge with Alex and I in the K-tower. And because of this it's really created this "Bro-Cabin-Sanctuary" feeling. It's a place where my bros can just flock to and enjoy some good music, HD-Clear videogames, a listening ear, and perhaps a drink.
My bros can come here and stay as long as they like (as long as it's not past midnight Sunday-Thursday because I don't have 24/hr visitation) and enjoy themselves in my company. It's quite nice when the rest of my floor leaves for a party, but my bros and I elect to just stay in and screw around. It certainly fits the meaning of "sanctuary". A sanctuary is a place touched with sacredness while being immune from all that is tainted. In college I think this translates to NO BULLSHIT. Which is what my dorm room is.
The Christmas lights I have strung about my side of the room seem to hug you in a series of warm colors. The palm trees that surround you remind everyone that even if it's 35 degrees and raining outside, it's just as warm in this room as it is in Florida. It's just an ambient place for bros to chill and escape from all the bullshit. Girl problems? That bitch didn't get invited to #808. Stressed? Grab a Corona and play some Madden. Parents annoying the shit out of you? They don't live in Lexington and can't bitch at you right now.
That's why I like living here. It's hard to be stressed for very long in the environment I create here in #808. My dorm room really is a sanctuary for me and my bros. I just wish all my bros (Doug) could join me. Doug would enjoy my dorm room, and the time spent inside it.
That's enough bragging about my dorm room. But you gotta admit it's one of the best damn dorm rooms out there.
So I need a vacation. And not a real vacation either I go on real vacations all the time. No. I need a simple, mindless, relaxing vacation. I need a vacation like K-week. (K-week was a fucking vacation. K-week was the easily one of the best times of my life. But that's for a later blog post.) I need a few days of just nothing. Literally nothing.
Here me out on this, I have been thinking, analyzing, computing, reaffirming, checking, rechecking, executing, composing, critiquing, examining, THINKING for like 15 weeks straight like my life depended on it. And that's because my life does depend on it; if I don't think harder than I've ever thought before, then I won't become a successful pilot and my life will be meaningless to me. Thus, I have thought and thought and thought nonstop for like four months straight minus the few hours here and there when I got shitfaced. My excessive thinking has clearly shown on my grades: A, A, A, A, A, B, (W?). But It has also taken a toll on me; my stamina has a limit.
So now, I have THREE MORE DAYS. COUNT THEM. MONDAY. TUESDAY. WEDNESDAY. THREE DAYS of hardcore continual thinking so I can ace my finals. And then I can just stop thinking. Imagine that. For months straight you spend every single day thinking out these hard fucking problems for like 6-7 hours. Then Thursday comes and you don't have to think anymore. You could just stare at a wall and no one will give a fuck!
I'm anticipating it to be a great feeling. However most college students fuck this up by going home the second their finals are over. And this is just a stupid mistake. That is because you can no longer just stare at a wall without anyone caring, because Mom will certainly tell you to stop staring at a wall. So instead of going home, I'm staying at college for like three or four days so I can enjoy the perks of being away from home while not having to do SHIT.
There are two variables of this equation. There's responsibilities (studying, term papers) and there's supervision (parents, you have it in high school, not college). In a nutshell, I haven't lacked both supervision and responsibility since K-week! So why would I go home and return to having parents when I could stay on my own here in my blissful dorm room and not have any responsibilities? So the second my finals come to a quiet end on Wednesday, my vacation begins. And I'll be able to waste time and do whatever the fuck I want without the blandness of returning home and without having to worry about getting anything done.
Over the semester I've learned one really interesting aspect of life in general. Before college, I have adhered to the traditional belief that there are work days, and weekends. You work on work days, and you relax/party on weekends. But that's not true! I know I've blogged about this like ten times by now but I still can't get over it. The only difference between workdays and weekends is that you don't have to go to class/work on weekends. You can still have fun and party on week days, and you will sometimes have to work your ass off on weekends and not have any fun whatsoever. I really like this. It's an added freedom to my life to allow me to do what I want when I want. Due to high school scheduling, I was limited to only have significant fun on weekends. But now I do whatever the fuck I want, as long as I do what I need first. This falls right into place with what I was just saying about a vacation after finals, once finals are over, I have like a month-long weekend. Suck on that high schoolers.
Well I'm gonna go workout, then eat, then take a final. And then I will be finished with Chemistry for the rest of my life. Until next time....
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