The Collegiate Lifestyle

That’s right, if you can’t tell by my title, I am now a college student. Obviously, that means bear kegs, pot, Xbox 360, and a whole lotta fucking. Whoa, yeah! At least, that is how “collegiate lifestyle” is generally described. However, mine is  the glaring opposite of that. It runs more along the lines of class, study, guitar, phone call, sleep, and repeat. Mix in lunch and supper, of course, and you have my daily routine. I know, it is about as exciting as watching beige paint dry on a rock but it really isn’t all that bad. Really, it isn’t.

The problem I have with my “collegiate lifestyle” is the complete lack of friends. I literally do not have one person that I know and like at this campus. That sounds worse than it is because I only actually know one person but he is a douche. For one, he plays baseball. I’m not trying to throw out any stereotypes or make general statements about all baseball players but the players I have heard about are either not very smart, an asshole, or a deadly combination of the two. The one I am referring to is just an asshole. What is funny about this situation though, is that we used to best friends way back at the beginning of elementary school. We were practically born into friendship since we are the same age and were neighbors up until around sixth grade. Around fourth was when I started to realize that this guy is a dick and our friendship slowly began to dissolve into nothing. We do say “hey” to one another in passing but that is more for nostalgia reasons. The point being that I have no friends so I am a tiny bit lonely.  It really isn’t bad though because I have zero distractions from studying and it turns out that an eight-week English comp. 1 course is a bit of a work load. That is not even mentioning the Western Lit. class that requires an ass-load of reading over the semester.

There are some pretty kick ass positives to college though. For instance, you spend way less time in the classroom in college compared to high school. That gives me free time to do the activities I really enjoy like watching Stewart and Colbert while eating Raman noodles. Raman noodles have turned out to be the only thing I have in common with the rest of the students here. Another, is drive up to Wal-Mart to buy a printer on the third day of class because you realize that it might not be a bad idea to have one since you will have to print out homework. I even had time for set up, installation, and use. The most beneficial activity I do is play the guitar. I am getting better much faster on the everyday program rather than the once a week and a half program. In fact, I have actually written two songs with music. One I actually wrote before moving up here but it still shows my progress. What I am going to do now is type out the most recent one for your viewing pleasure. The title for this diddy is “Why Does It Matter”, an Allen Johnson original. Sorry, you have to see it twice, Cody.

First Verse

I looked at the sky today

And Dreamed of sorrows gone.

I tried to hold on fast

I wanted to remember this one

But I know dreams never last.

Chorus

Why does it matter?

Life’s never fair.

The world’s a fucking disaster

So why, oh why, does it matter?

Second Verse

I was bored today

So I sang a song

Just so I could hide.

They all sang along

Not knowing what’s inside.

Chorus

Third Verse

I was hungry yesterday

So I tried to cook.

It didn’t go over well.

I knew it wouldn’t work.

In fact, I burned the place to hell.

Chorus

Well, that is it. I hope you enjoyed it, and if you didn’t then I guess I suck and you know everything about music you fucking snob. That will be all for me tonight. I have a much more entertaining and controversial topic to blog about in the old noggin but I wanted to do this first. If it isn’t next then it will be the next one…or the next one. I will get to it when I feel like it. Fuck.