Everyone calls himself a friend, but only a fool relies on it: nothing is commoner than the name, nothing rarer than the thing.
--Jean de La Fontaine

Thats my friends away message at the moment. With summer break coming soon, it makes me wonder who from high school Im still going to be talking to...
Sure Ive had Thanksgiving, winter, and spring break to test these friendships, and see how much of "the crew" was still hangin out... but summer is going to be different. Even winter break wasnt long enough to see everyone i promised, and it was acceptable to not hang out with people. Summer is 3 months... if i don't see some of my old friends in that time, i can't really expect much of a future out of that relationship.
Its gonna be interesting, and a good thing to know- who your real friends are- but it is also a very scary reality
There are some people who i already know have forgotten about all "our good times," but Im not ready to accept it. Passing someone in the mall might have once resulted in dropping other plans, going out to dinner, and spending a great evening just hanging out... now, passing that same person might get me a simple wave and exchange of polite "how-do-ya-do's"

its scary

"Did I win?"

Those were the first words he said when he woke up. The story behind it was a crazy one, i think its a great example of a night someone will only experience in college....

I'd been hanging out with this one fraternity for a few weeks now (it seemed like forever at the time) and it was time for an annual drinking conetest. It was their version of the semipopular "century club" (the century club is a contest to see who can drink 100 shots of beer in 100 minutes without puking). In this version, the goal was not simply to make it to 100 shots, but to also beat everyone else playing with you. The record is held by one of my good friends at 217. (Thats 3.61 hours of drinking a shot of beer a minute... 325.5 oz...) As you can imagine... this game gets crazy.
I was one of 4 girls participating iwth about 10 guys. I knew it was gonna be a messy game when all competitors were instructed to hang garbage bags around their necks before taking their first shot... they mean business. For the first half hour it was easy, but by the time 40 came, i was feeling full. The guy yelling "shot!" seemed to be speeding up, and i couldn't handle it. As a newcomer to the game, no one was surprised when i lost it at 44 (thankfully i wasnt the first out).
I proceeded to spectate for the rest of the game... surprisingly about 6 guys made it to 100. A couple quit after this, and some were forced to stop when they puked. One guy proudly held up his full garbage bag while the brother next to him proclaimed, "I could drink that!!!" sure enough, the bag looked like it was filled straight from the keg. By 150, there were only 2 guys left- a pledge and his much more slender pledgemaster. Stubborness and years of drinking were all that were keeping the pledgemaster in the game. (we'll call him Bob for the sake of the story) Bob was quite angry at this point, he knew his pledge was going to win, and we all knew he wouldnt remember this in the morning. Finally, at shot 167, he called it quits, without even puking, and stumbled upstairs to bed.
This wasnt the end of this crazy night. A little while later, all of us sober kids were still tending to the aching members of the century club, when one girl and myself went upstairs to check on Bob. He had somehow cut his face, and when we tried to get him up to go clean up, al he could say was "your mom goes to college."
.... what a guy
the next morning i saw Bob, who not surprsingly asked me, "Did I win?"

How you doin?

Yeah... I'll admit it, the opposite sex has kept me awake at nights. Whether its some late night cuddling with the crush of the week, a movie with 'that guy that you're friends with, but wish it was more to him,' or simply going over that day's feeble attempts at flirting, I have wasted many a nights sleep because of a guy.
I think everyone can admit it... especially in college...
afterall- its like nature, we are all in the prime of our lives, it's our instinct to be searching out the ideal mate. The frustrating thing is knowing when to trust your instincts and when to go with your heart (2 VERY different things) As a freshman girl, guys are a somewhat new and exciting thing. I have been silly enough to consider an older guy i met at a party a potential boyfriend. For years my best friend has warned me about guys like him. "Dont trust guys u meet at parties... if you're gonna crush on some guy, make sure u know him from classes, from mutual friends,somthing like that."
I of course said "ok, don't worry im not dumb." A year later here I am, having just in the past month nearly cried over a frat boy. Understanding is one thing... doing is another.

Living in the dorms has provided me wiht new and interesting outlooks on the opposite sex. While many of my close friends have always been guys, I don't have a brother and have never lived with guys for any extended period of time. It's scary but soooo intriguing to know how they think and opperate. It's almost like that car accident analogy... its so gruesome, but you can't help but look as you drive by. It's terrifying but amazing at the same time... in some weird way.




Thank God my parents don't know this site... theyd die if they knew how i was spending my college years

"I've been poked!"

I wouldve once thought this was dirty. Now that Im in college I have learned that this, when done on a thing called 'facebook' is quite common and acceptable.
If you're not familiar with facebook, then im gonna warn you... once you get started, it has a tendency to suck you in. Everytime i sign online i am tempted (and often give in) to check and see if anyone has asked to be my friend, if I've been invited to a new group, or best of all, if I've been poked. Its sad really. :P
I have to admit that this facebook thing is a great way to keep in touch with highschool buddies. WIth some people i am not close enough with to call or even drop an IM to say hi, but if i leave them a little message over facebook, its at a very comfortable 'level,' and isn't completely out of the blue.
Many people, even fans of the facebook, consider it a stalking tool. This description is quite accurate. The amount of information that some people choose to reveal is frightening... and i don't know why some girls choose to put up half naked pictures of themselves (its just asking for creepy stalkers) I have to admit tho, Ive come home from the bar or a party some nites and looked up a guy I met. As long as I know his name and can remember what he looks like or what year he is, i can narrow down my search and spot him out from all the other "james" or "jason"s. Like i said, its sad.
Now, when it comes to "poking" someone... im still a little unclear. I find it odd that this friendly little hello has so many implications, with results that are very hazy. Most times, poking is done in a joking manner. If i havent talked to someone in a long time, i might poke them just to say hi, and get a laugh out of it. Occasionally i get the message that i have been poked by a stranger... in which case they thought i was good-looking enough to let me know. Its prolly the creepest compliment one can get. If someone seems normal enough, or we have friends in common, then ill poke back (a courtesy poke if u will). This is where i think it should end. A lot of people, for some reason, however, keep this damn game going, and REpoke me!!! Its not necessary- if any of u repokers are out there- knock it off! and here i go getting carried away with a concept called 'poking'..... sad


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"Sh*t! I forgot about that!"

Too many times I have said that at midnight, the night before something big is due. Usually, Ive wasted my entire evening doing nothing, watching stand up on TV or endlessing surfing facebook(see reason 3... coming soon) Thanks to my father Ive been blessed with the worst memory ever...a nd thanks to my stupidity Ive been blessed with no ability to organize or properly manage my time- tools which i have come to learn would be quite useful.
My hallmates say that the only time they've ever reeeally seen me hard at work was between the hours of 12 and 2 in the morning. I reply that this is because it is when i feel most "artsy" Unfortunately this is often due to my procrastination and forgetfullness. If it wasnt for my classmates, and our latenight chats online about upcoming projects I would be lost...
Therefore my second reason for college students lacking in sleep is stupidity!


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