Just another day in the life of a college student. Albeit not a typical one. Honestly, could I be any more non-average. And not in a good way. Sigh.
It's 2am and I'm sitting in the lounge of my dorm after just having finished some language homework. I'm not in my room because my roommate and I had a bit of a tiff a few days ago about my sleeping habits. Basically, he was in a poor mood and couldn't get to sleep because my laptop's fans were too loud and my mouse was clicking very loudly a million times a minute apparently. He left me an angry note about it. I basically didn't talk to him and avoided being in the room for a day and took a nap around 11pm so I was in bed when he came in. That way he would have to deal with trying to be quiet when things out of your control are in control.
We made up over some ridiculous Indian action movies and music video mistranslations. Which was pretty amusing. He admitted to being harsh and I told him if I'm bothering him to tell me to get the hell out so he can sleep. It's not like I'll take it the wrong way, we all need sleep and if something is disturbing us, deal with it. Don't lie around hoping it will go away. Because most of the time, it won't. Sad but true, I know. Time might heal all wounds, but you can generally fix things if you face them directly when they're relevant.
Anyway, so that's why I'm not in my room. Because I'm trying to make sure the kid get's to sleep without me bugging him too much. So I'm sitting on a couch listening to Taylor Swift through some headphones. I did my homework, and now I'm just talking to a friend. Which is kinda calming. But at the same time, talking to her about all the stuff she has had to deal with, it can't help but make me feel like my college experience has been pretty slow. I don't party really. Last week I got very drunk with a few friends, but before that I had never blacked out, or been very drunk in my life. And the only other party-ish experience I've had this year has been a house party with a friend. And I didn't really have too much fun there anyway so it kinda set a sour tone for everything.
I really want to have one of those typical college lives. You know, party with some friends and stuff, meet a girl, fall in love, be stable for a bit, fallout with each other, repeat the cycle until you don't fallout anymore. You know, get the college sweetheart that everybody wants. I know, I know, it's a bit lame. Wanting that typical naive dream. But I can't help it. Especially when I hear about my friend's relationships, and how she almost always seems to have someone falling for her.
Like, she's not really finding her soul mate, but at least she's narrowing the search. Which is more than I can say for myself. I mean, I've had two girlfriends in my life. One a long term relationship, and the other a bit of a poor choice and was just a wrong decision overall. There was also, a fling with one of my friends, but that wasn't really anything. So whatevers. I just wish I could meet another girl, to at least have something new in my life. Everything seems really boring lately.
I read 3 books, and I'm working on a 4th, but the 4th isn't all that great so far. I read, The night abraham saw the stars, the theory of religion, and Stephen Hawkings Brief history of Time. And the 4th book, is Sexual Personae, which is a book on art from Nerfaiti to Emily Dickenson. It was highly recommended, but it's really boring, and the Author is an idiot. I know I shouldn't criticize someones views, but so much of what she's/he's saying is horribly wrong and closed minded. And straight up sexist sometimes. And not sexist as in the usual sense of Male is better than Female, but the opposite. And the authors facts aren't much better as well.
So yeah, Basically, I'm stuck sitting in a lounge alone with my thoughts, which is never good. For some reason, during the night my thoughts always take a turn for the worse. At least I have vacation to look forward to.
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