What is Really the Point?

Today I woke up around noon and found out that I had slept through my alarm because the power went out in a two mile radius of my dorm. I didn't sleep very well the night before and my sleep was disturbed by the usual nightmares that occur when I shut my eyes. So to begin my Thursday I had already missed my econ class and was still a little tired. I didn't let this ruin my day, so I decided to hop in the shower and clean up a bit before I went to go get some brunch. I jumped into the shower and soon realized I had forgotten to grab my shampoo and towel, this was another unfortunate occurrence in my morning but I still was determined to have a great, if not at least normal day. I grabbed my shampoo and towel and jumped back in the shower; I was washing my hair and noticed a painful stinging in my left eye. This was extremely painful and it would not go away until after several minutes of rash scrubbing with my towel. I had spent about thirty minutes in the shower and when I got out I noticed a txt from one of my room mates asking me if I wanted to go get food, things were finally starting to look up. I proceeded to walk to the cub, where we were going to eat, and when I stepped outside a big drop of slushy snow fell off the roof and landed down my back. Once again, another unfortunate event in my day. I walked into the cub and immediately saw a major cluster fuck. Greek people had booths trying to advertise some bull shit thing they were putting on, I ran into three big, black guys just trying to get in the door, and the lines for food were longer than the unemployment line. I was starting to admit defeat and wish to crawl back into bed and try again tomorrow. I ordered my food, (which was soggy and not cooked all the way), and went to go eat with my room mates. This was ok, nothing spectacular more of just passing the time. But at least nothing went terrible wrong like shampoo in your eyes. After my lunch I went back to my dorm and did some homework and here I am now, only I’m at the library now because my room mate informed me that I needed to leave the my room because his girlfriend was coming over. So I can only imaging that they are studying for some major test and just needed the peace and quite and they aren’t doing anything that is permisquious. This is a boring and unlucky day, but in the last month I have come to experience days like this a lot, if not every other day. I ask myself what is really the point? Why did I really come to WSU? When I was sixteen I wanted to save the world, I wanted to travel, I wanted to see and meet interesting people. Here in Pullman I can’t even save my tatter tots from my roommates and the most interesting people I’ve met have been some old farts that are teaching my econ class. I look back now and wonder what could’ve been, what would’ve happened if I had taken advantages of a few opportunities and taken a different path in life. I guess this question will haunt me for the rest of my life, because I'm stuck where I’m at now and I guess I got to make the best out of what was given to me.

I raise my glass to my fallen brothers
SM

An Enventful Homework Paper

Ok I did some amazing bucket filling this weekend, I'm practically a pro at filling up buckets now. my dorm mate just went threw tough break up with this crazy, manipulative bitch and he was kinda down about it, I could have just been like dude, man up and get over it. But I didn't, I hung out with this kid all day, just trying to have a good time, we played some street ball with some chumps, which we just kicked the shit out of, we got some ice cream from the ice cream man, (not gay at all by the way), we played some video games and I let him beat me at halo, which he was really proud of, and then the pinnacle of the night, we went to a party and got completely funified, and sang songs to the toon of what we would imagine a band of pirates would sound like. Then at the end of the day we reminisced on our day at Flicks while we ate some delicious breakfast sandwiches. We had one of the funnest days of our lives and he completely forgot about all the things in the past and we are back to fucking shit up. And that's my bucket filler story.

I raise my glass to all my fallen brothers,
~SM~