The Game Of Life

Why am I in college? Seriously. Don't give me that "to gain more career opportunities" crap either. That's why people go to college. But why am I here? My parents gave me the college or move out ultimatum, but in the end, I could've gone out and gotten a job.

It's like when you're playing Life, the board game. At the beginning, you can either get a career or go to college, and I've forgotten why I chose this path. I think I'm going to add that to my list of what I want to do this summer, figure out why I put myself through this misery of higher education.

Actually, I'll make a list right now:

- Figure out why I'm going to college.

- Learn at least 3 more songs on guitar.

- Clean my room.

- Do well in my summer classes.

- Go on an adventure.

- Post at least 15 drawings.

- Finish at least one video game.

- Write at least one story/fanfiction.

- Do a random favor for a friend. This was actually REALLY easy.

- Watch at least 5 movies.

- Read at least 5 books.

- Continue to blog regularly.

Wow... that's a really long list.

Finally

So, I finally took down the Christmas tree the other day. I also finally started importing all my CDs into iTunes. A daunting task indeed. I'm thinking I'll take a break between every 500 or so songs, but I'm not sure.

It's funny how I'd forgotten about so much of this music, yet still manage to recall all of the lyrics.

Oh, wow, it's almost six a.m. and I still haven't gone to bed yet. You're not surprised, are you?

What To Do With This Thing Called Life

So, I think I've solved my what should I major in dilemma. Kind of.

I'm going to apply to all the UC campuses in southern California with (more or less) different majors at each one. Then, I will be forced to choose from whichever ones I am accepted at. This narrows things down a bit.

Though it's not a legitimate solution, it does put off deciding what to do with my life a few extra months.

Tired

Today - or rather, the last 12 hours, which spanned across yesterday/today - was cool. It really was. I got to hang out with my favorite people, had some great laughs, and even made a spontaneous trip to the beach. Epic, right?

Somewhere along the way, however, one of the friend's friends called, and they needed assistance, as their car had broken down at 2am. Okay, not a problem, I didn't really mind. Eventually, after an hour or so, it did start to matter. I got tired. Not physically tired, or else I wouldn't be blogging at nearly six in the morning.

Tired of people? No, I want to hang out with my friends. I suppose I'm just tired of disappointment. Situations and people not living up to their potential. It's depressing. I'm not really sure how any of this nonsense relates, but whatever.

I don't know anymore, I just know I'm really tired.

Wait, What?

Okay, I have been incredibly quiet lately, I know. I've been slightly-but-not-really busy with friends as of late. That's my excuse and I'm sticking by it.

I hung out with girls for the first time in the past month, and it was really odd. Don't get me wrong, it was tons of fun, the conversations just weren't what I was used to. I suppose I'm just more qualified to talk to guys rather than about them.

I have five classes now instead of two, and it's really not that different. Why is that? The only thing I'm really worried about is history and OMGIFORGOTTOBUYTHATBOOK!!!

Um.... yeeeah, I'd better go.