A Dash of Happiness...

I'm soooooo excited! You want to know why? Well if you didn't then you wouldnt be here reading this...so seeing that I know that for sum strange twisted reason you do want to know why I am bubbling with happiness today, I see it ony fair to share witth the world why I am!
My ex-roommate is back in town! Yeah, I know what your thinking, ex-roommate? Hell this bird must be the hardest damn human being to live with! Sorry sadists, wrong thought. She moved out to South Africa because there was a better oppertunity there for her in terms of her course sstructure...or something like that...
Anyways, the girl is back! And I'm terribly excited because like I said she was my ex-roommate so we used to do like everything together! When she went away, I didn't think it would really like hit me, you know? Didn't think I'd miss her bugging me to go to the Supermarket and get Ice Cream with her; waking me up at 7am just because its morning, regardless of the fact that I slept at 4am stonned; dragging me through her life changing sagas regarding her past loves; constantly looking out for the newest magazines and books that I might be interested to read...you know?
So then she got her break: she got accepted into the university she had been dying to go to-just like I told her she would. Of course I was happy for her, I mean she did deserve it, and staying here at my University was just not doing it for her. You see, she has an extraordinary mind. She has the ablity to read, compress and retain large amounts of information for long periods of time, only to bring them forth when its most appropriate. She's a brilliant person, and brilliant people need to be in Institutions where other brilliant people are, lest she loose the interest in trying to attain her her best!
And then thats when it hit me. Sooooo many things were going on around me, and she wasnt there to listen to the awsome stories I had to share, let alone exprience some of the events herself! So, I made up the distance between us by Emailing her all the details, and it felt good at first, you know, to vent it all out...but then venting it out just wasnt enough...I mean I didn't know how she took the Emails; didn't know how hard she laughed, or how conerned she was when she read about my failures...it just wasn't enough.
So now the little lady is back in the country and you can only imagine how much of a relief I feel that I will once again be able to look into her eyes and go off telling her about the most daring things that I have done of recent. More so, listen clearly to what she has in store for me, question her dry about her escapades and laugh stupidly over the dumb things we've done in the past while planning for the stupid things we'll do in the future!
So, if you'll exuse me, I would rather be up in my room getting ready for the evening I have ahead of me...

The Summery of My First Year In University

Parent's expectations of me...

When I started my education at University level (Praise God) my parents did not expect me to juggle school and a job at the same time, unlike other kids. I was just expected to go to class like a good student, complete my assignments in time before deadlines, perhaps feel the obligation to occassionally spend the weekend at home and of course, sit for and pass the End of Semester Exams. Thats it.

Peers' expecations of me...

When I started my education at University level (Lord Have Mercy) my peers clearly made their expectations of me to juggle school and a vicious social life at the same time, just like the rest of the popular kids, very clear. I was to go to class like the nerd I am, complete my assignments the day before its due, party like its 2007 and if I'm strong enough, sit for and pass the End of Semester Exams with the best mark that a Proffeser who hardly sees you in class can give.

My own expectations...

When I started my education at University level, I was (and still am) determined to get through it like I was Summer from the O.C. I would have all my grades high and intact, assignments done ahead of in time, boys flocking my schedule begging for my attention, a parade full of friends, a constanlty ringing cellphone, a crazy bestfriend and a long list of 2-week relationships ended prematurely for the dummest of reasons. Oh, lest I forget to mention I would attend all the major parties in town, dance my ass off and devote my Sunday's to regenerating all the energy lost during the week. Bottom line: I expected to have a blast!

The Result...

When started University (Sweet Jesus) I brought it upon myself to maintain the angellic impression that my parents have of me, by fullfilling their few wishes, and at the same time struggle to keep up with the reputation I have built for myself over the past six years in High School, by mercilessly attending all the parties worth going to, hitting the Clubs and Bars that everybody talks about and keeping up with the ever-changing fashion trends going on in town. Did I mention dating the perfect guy thats going to have every girl envious and every guy trying to out-do themselves? Yeah, thats in there too, purely self satisfaction!

Where I stand...

Puzzled and angry at myself for trying to live the High School instilled University Dream, yet deeply satisfied with myself that I didn't fare too badly...I mean, it coulda been worse, couldnt it?