From the pages of Blogspot comes the tale of a budding young adult, thrust into the ocean of modern society with nothing but his faith, his mind, his family, his music, and the Walrus that resides in his shirt....
So, I'm procrastinating on my lab report. While procrastinating on my lab report, I decided to look back on old posts.
I literally want to cry and hug my 17-18-year-old self and give him chocolate. Because he, like me, loves chocolate.
The posts are so depressing, though. I mean, I am only twenty, but it frightens me to realize exactly where I was only two years ago.
And then I think of where I am now. I'm a pretty happy person. I'm motivated, I'm upbeat, and I'm starting to really enjoy life. I mean, yeah, there are sucky elements to it, but y'know, it's part of the human experience, right?
Live 'n learn, dontcha know.
But seeing my old posts really motivated me to say something:
I know that people who are in dark times -- people who are where I was -- often believe that things don't get better. And I want you to know that they do. How do I know? Because I've been there. I've been there, I've gotten up, and I've kept fighting.
I'm not gonna say getting better is easy, 'cause it's not. I know that. It took me three years to get to where I am today. Three years to recover from ONE thing that dragged me down.
But I'm doing astronomically better now. I wanna tell y'all that it is possible. There is always a better life out there. There is always love.
So get up, keep fighting, keep believing. You're not alone. You have the strength to do this, I promise.
"I've finally found my way, say goodbye to yesterday, hit the gas, there ain't no brakes on this lost highway. Yeah, I'm bustin' loose, I'm lettin' go, out on this open road. It's Independence Day on this lost highway." -- Bon Jovi
Hello again.
So, I'm home for a weekend, which is nice.
College has been pretty good. I've been having a pretty good time. Classes have been tough, but so far, it's been nothing a few hours of hardcore studying haven't been able to fix. So far, it hasn't been any harder than my community college. It's great to see that those three years actually prepared me for full college study.
So how has living away from home been?
Great!
I've gotten to know my suite mates a lot better over the first few weeks, and I have to say, I get along pretty well with all of them.
Well, actually, remember the one who hadn't shown up the last time I posted? Yeah. I've only seen him twice. But he seems nice. If he was there more often, I'd probably get along with him pretty well.
It's pretty funny, I'm not a morning person, but I still get up earlier than all of them. It's so amusing because one of them has two alarms and sleeps through both, so I get up in the morning and leave my room and consistently hear an obnoxious EEEEK EEEEK EEEEK EEEEK coming from the room adgecent to mine. Further, my roommate has two alarms (which both sound very pretty and calming, yet are obnoxious enough to warrant a stagger out of bed) that will go off simultaniously at precisely seven AM. As I brush my teeth, brush my hair, and shave, I get to hear a lovely medley of soft harp strings, birds chirping, light piano, and EEEEK EEEEK EEEEK EEEEK. It's quite amusing.
By the by, has anyone ever played Cards Against Humanity? If not, picture Apples to Apples, but the cards are written by twelve-year-old antireligious asylum patients with serious parent issues. Got a good picture? Great. Now picture something three times worse than that, and you have Cards Against Humanity.
For those of you who have read my blog for a while, you see that I'm pretty polite.
And that's what my suite mates thought about me.
And then we played Cards. .....
To make a long story short, one of them told me that, out of all of the people who he expected to have a sick a sense of humor as I did the way I played, he would have put me on the bottom of that list.
I will not include some of the cards that I put down, but, if you've played, think of the worst combinations possible (excepting the religious ones -- too offensive for my tastes). Chances are, I played one of them.
But I come by the sense of humor honestly.
My mothers' side is infamous for their affinity towards the darker, sicker side. My Uncle Andrew showed me "Raging Rudolph" when I was eight (basically, a gangster version of the beloved Christmas special) and I was scarred for life.
If any of you are interested in learning about my sense of humour, I'd advise you watch this video. It should give you a good understanding.
If you like it, watch all six. Five was the only one I didn't particularly care for. But they're a minute and a half each, so it's not too bad.
