Just Hold It

So I went to the front desk of the residence hall to get a fresh supply of the schools wonderful single-ply sandpaper textured toilet paper only to be told "Oh you know what?  We're out."  Out?  How exactly does a major university run out of toilet paper for the residence halls?  Why doesn't the school just stock up in bulk just incase, oh I don't know, some of the residents run out in the middle of the week.  I mean, it's not like toilet paper is a perishable commodity.  When I open a roll, I never have to check the expiration date on the package.  So yeah people, all I'm saying is always keep a backup roll on hand, otherwise you may run into a serious shortage issue.

Roommates

My roommate does not appreciate Bohemian Rhapsody, or any Queen what-so-ever!

What. The. Crap. 

Directions

I've been growing less and less confident in the career choice that I have laid out for myself.  It's not that I'm not good at it, I have been one of the top students in the electronics classes for the few years that I've been studying.  It has more to do with my interest in the subject.  I lack the passion that I see in other students.  Many of them have already decided what they want to specialize in, while I just slide by, hoping that what ever I study earns me a decent job after college.  I think I would be much happier with a career choice that deals more with people and less on the technical side.  

These feelings aren't all to recent.  It just feels like God was giving me directions and I took the wrong turn somewhere down the line.  I could have changed my major when I was still at the community college, and in fact I almost did, but I ended up talking myself out of it.  Rather than taking a chance, I continued down the safe road.  I stuck with the major that I was familiar with, instead of one that I am satisfied with.  Now I feel that it would be a waste to throw away everything and decide to start over.  I just wish I would have taken a risk and opened up to a new idea in the past.

On a side note, I have a new found love for very mellow music.  I have been cycling through Dustin Kensrue, Snow Patrol, Postal Service, A Fine Frenzy, and Lifehouse all weekend.  Being away from the metro-Detroit radio stations has really given me a chance to explore all the music that I have accumulated throughout the years and really redefined my musical tastes.  I just thought that was a pretty interesting effect. 

Ghost of Christmas Past

This is the first time in a few years that I am actually excited for Christmas.  Ever since my parents divorce, this time of the year has gotten me really depressed.  I can't help reliving the first Christmas that my family didn't celebrate together.  It was Christmas Eve, my brothers and I were gathered in the living room waiting to open our gifts and give our parents the gifts we had bought them, just as we had done for years.  This time however, my dad chose to stay in his room away from the celebration.  When I gave him his gift, I remember seeing how crushed he looked.  At that moment, I realized that it really was over for my parents relationship.   Soon after, the divorce proceedings went underway and they separated.  

The holidays just haven't been the same ever since.  There's no tree, no lights, no decorations at all at the house anymore.  My brothers and I are now stuck driving ourselves between the two sides of the family, trying to make sure we spend an even amount of time at both parties.  What used to be a happy family gathering turned to a mindless routine.  The conversations are always the same: 

"How are you doing?"

"Good."

"How's your mom/dad?"

"Good."

"Well tell them we said 'hi'."

"I will."

Today was different, though.  I took a walk down to the store and all the Christmas stuff that was out actually cheered me up.  I even found myself singing along to some of the Christmas carols being played over the speakers.  Even though I have absolutely no money nor do I have someone to be with for the first time in a few years, I can't wait for Christmas to come this year.  Maybe nothing's changed and this Christmas will end up feeling the same as the past few, but I'm going to stay hopeful.  

Zomb 2.7

Zomb 2.7 was such a fun time!  There was about a thousand people that showed up.  Discovery Channel was there along with a couple independent film groups.  There was a group of five of us from my dorm hall and we met up with Pat and his friends from GR.  I managed to have my gun jam up on me on the very first wave of attacks and got turned into a zombie.  Most of the humans ended up running away from the horde instead of standing their ground, which was incredibly lame!  

But anyway, it was actually more fun being a zombie.  I followed the leader of the zombies for the majority of the time.  He managed to organize huge groups to attack the surviving humans in a revolutionary war style wave.  When the first line goes down, the second line moves in while the humans were trying to reload.  

It was an amazing time that I am definitely going to repeat next year, hopefully with a larger group of friends.  

Nerf Guns

Today was spent preparing for Zomb 2.7 hosted in Grand Rapids tomorrow.  For anyone that doesn't know about it, basically it's a big game of tag.  It starts out 10% zombies and 90% humans.  The zombies chase the humans down and have to two-hand-touch the humans in order to turn them into zombies, though it is preferred that they tackle the humans.  The humans get to use Nerf guns to fend off the hordes.  When a zombie is shot, they are frozen in place for two minutes.  The game is set to last an hour and a half and in the last few minutes, the surviving humans must force their way through the zombie masses to get to the designated "safe points."  Anyway, it is going to be so much fun.

My roommate, suite-mate, and I all went to Walmart and stocked up on Nerf guns and extra ammo.  It really made me feel like a kid again, which I needed to relieve the stress that this semester has caused so far.