It’s been 5 days of me sitting around my dorm room during Spring Break being lazy and completely unproductive. In order to break this spell of apathy I decided to do something drastic. So, I laced up the Adidas and stepped out into the wilds of 85 degree Atlanta. Now see, a smart person would have started out with a brisk walk or a slow jog but that’s not what I was placed on this planet for unfortunately. So I hit the nature trail and immediately floor it. By that I mean I was GONE, with reckless abandon even. Sure enough 5 minutes, and a steep incline later I was dying so I decided to walk until my vision wasn’t distorted and then I took off again. Repeat the process for another 3 intervals and that pretty much sums up the experience. When I finally decided to pack it in I was on the verge of keeling over as I stumbled back to the campus complex. On the home strech I was smellin’ myself so I decided to sprint the final distance to the gate of the nature trail. Once I got there I went back to a walk and wouldn’t you know it SOME CLOWN DECIDES TO SPRINT PAST ME! I couldn’t do anything but let out an exhausted chuckle as he passed by me. He didn’t go through my baptism by fire so he can trot himself silly as far as I care. After this incident and more stumbling I made it back to the dorm and laid out on the floor for I-don’t-know-how-long. In that time a lot of thoughts went through my head. Most of them being somewhere between ‘fuck, this is really how I die isn’t it?’ and ‘I’m never going to do this EVER again’. 

But, after I recovered I felt pretty damn good about myself. I might even consider doing it again. I don’t intend to be a ‘runner’ but I do admit that I get a kick out of blasting my favorite rock/anime/hiphop music and taking off as fast as I can.

If I don’t die of heat stroke then this could be the start of something good.

Changing campuses really changed the whole game for me. I came into this semester with many expectations. I expected to remain single this semester. I expected to be done with social clubs and greek life. I expected living with my roommates was gonna suck because we would start to hate each other.

Not a single one of these expectations came to pass.

mfw this semester.

I found myself spending time rediscovering old friendships as well creating new ones. I also started seeing the world in a different light rather than the one I have been stubbornly used to seeing it.

I don’t know where I got the idea that my rooming situation would suck because my two roommates this year are probably some of the best people I could ever hope to meet. The amount of swag generated in our apartment is SICK. No…seriously, it’s disgusting.

As for the relationship, all I can say is “whoa”.

Finally, I met a girl that gave me hope for the world. She has a gentleness that you don’t find with just anyone. What’s really surprising is the fact that there were MANY reasons we should have never been together. Such as the fact that she was a foreign exchange student. That meant the whole thing would end. When it did end, it was painful

…and man was it was painful.

But that relationship really helped me to see things differently, in more ways than I care to explain right now. Just know that I don’t wanna be the guy who always talks big. I want to prove it. Even when I start to feel like the world is out to get me, I can get past that paralyzing fear that’s always held me down and keep moving forward. Because I have family and friends all over the world that I don’t want to disappoint.

After all that happened this year I’ve decided that I really want to be an adult when I grow up. Funny to say when I’m 21, but I still feel like I”m not quite there yet.

Is because I’ve been enjoying my sexy new graphics card…I guess I’ll do a post about it soon but I’m not quite sure when.