It's days like these when I try to stay positive. With Easter right around the corner, people who usually don't spend much time devoted to "the Guy upstairs" find themselves thinking about Him more often around this time of the year. Thinking about Him sends a sense of happiness and a feeling that everything will be alright when I find myself falling into that bottomless black hole. Everyone knows about the wonderful black pit of darkness, things going completely wrong and your list of daily tasks continues to grow at a rapid pace. Easter time seems to bring about a feeling of relief, spring has started to come around with the sun becoming brighter and warmer with every passing day...

Trying to stay positive....easier said than done. Less than a month left of college-preparing for next semester, finishing up with final exams and moving back home for 3 months. While registering online for classes for next year my access to the school website was denied. There was a glitch in my financial aid as it was transferred over to my current college this past semester and there is now need for yet another loan to be taken out. The confirmation of my new loan will take at least a month to go through my college so who knows if I will even be able to sign up for classes for next semester, by the time I can access the website all of the classes I need to take will already be full and unavailable. All one can do is take a deep breath, put on some music and walk out into the sun.....

On a much lighter note, I'm currently reading I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell by Tucker Max. As I was walking around the bookstore I came across the book which was laying out on a display table at the end of the aisle. I hadn't found anything interesting yet so I randomly picked it up and the first sentence read "Hello, my name is Tucker Max, and I am a complete a**hole" I immediately smiled and went home with a new book to read. It is impossible to read the book without laughing or at least smiling, there are a few perverted parts in it but I figure hey, it's written by a cocky guy so it is to be expected. If you're up for an infinite amount of sarcasm and reading about ridiculous drunkenness, I highly recommend investigating the book.

So after starting this blogging, there's so much on my mind to write but I just CAN'T get it out. I don't want to have a boring blog, I want a blog that people enjoy reading and can actually take away from it- a blog that people read and are able to nod in agreement (or disagree with things as well). So the topic of discussion......



Decision making. Don't rush it. Today I need to sign up for a dorm room for the fall semester at college. I just transferred to my current college this semester, so in the beginning of the year when everyone was starting to get used to each other and making friends, I wasn't here ( I was at my previous college, aka-HELL). Since transfer students are randomly placed where ever there's room for them, I was placed in an upper class man house (instead of the freshman buildings with everyone else) and I have my own room. Granted I enjoy having my own room...in an actual house.....avoiding some of the utter stupidity that one has in their first year of college, but it also has its down-fall. I'm unable to socialize with people my own age, since I don't live in the same buildings as they do I don't see them very often which leaves me to pretty much fly solo and lead a socially handicapped lifestyle for the time being. So since I'm obviously not enjoying my college experience-I want out! I thought I would be able to enjoy college better if I had my own apartment, I wouldn't have to worry about finding a roommate for next year (which is going to be quite difficult seeing as I don't know anyone on campus) and it would let me have a place to call "home".

"Home", most are excited to get the hell out of dodge when they're a freshman, as I definitely was. But once in college, the word "home" became non-existent. The place where you live, in your dorm room, consists of a desk, chair and a bed....not too appealing. I consider "home" a place where you can flop down on the couch after getting home from work, turning on the TV and getting assignments done, stuff like that. Which is why I was so determined to get an apartment, I wanted a place where I could have a couch, decorate it the way I chose and to hang up a corny little sign that read "home sweet home". I didn't want to have to deal with the stress of finding a random stranger on campus who needs a roommate and the 2 of us end up sharing a room for an entire year.........as you can see I have BIG trust issues. But hey, I'm going to be a trooper (I hope) and find someone who has similar likes/dislikes as I do and you never know, maybe we'll enjoy sharing a room and become good friends....sounds quite fairytale-ish, I know. With this said, I've come to realize that I run scared and look for alternatives to things instead of dealing with them, but this time is different. If my future roommate and I don't like each other, so be it, it'll be a little awkward but I think we'll both survive and if worse comes to worse-we REALLY can't stand each other- I'll follow through with my other plan, look for a cheap apartment close to school.

"School".....supposed to be the best/worst time in one's life. So far I've succeeded in leaning towards the "worst" time but staying optimistic is always good. I tend to think "God what's wrong with me?" I'm complaining that I'm not enjoying my time in college as much as others while people outside (literally) are scrounging for food and a place to sleep for the night. I'm so much better off than people in other places in the world where they can only dream about going to school.

Many people spend too much time complaining about little things in life that don't go their way and they forget about how lucky they are that they have food on the table, shelter, a job and many other luxuries that others deem as out of reach. For those of us sitting in front of the computer, bellies full and fairly healthy.....we should consider ourselves lucky and wake up every morning with a smile.





Perhaps more later.......

First of the First

So I'm completely new to this whole concept of blogging but I figured I'd give it a try. Hmmm....so how does one actually start writing and posting? There's so much to talk about, granted everything that will probably come out of my mouth will be random nothingness so you can now consider yourself warned. I have a feeling I'm going to like this blogging idea....IF I remember that I actually have a blog. Things tend to escape my memory quite easily when I'm preoccupied, like I am right now. Don't feel like going into detail about it right now, maybe later....