End of Happiness

It's Sunday afternoon, Jan 11th, and my Christmas break is officially almost over. It was a good run, folks, but I'm afraid that now I have to go back to Seton Hill. I know... I know... but I must. It's time for the second semester, which is shaping up to be pretty bizarre.

I don't really want to go back to SHU. It's not that I don't like the college, because in fact I really enjoy it! It has cool classes, neat people (well if you avoid the morons), and decent food. But man, the dorm life is not up to snuff. I've seen other colleges, and we are living in a Jewish ghetto compared to them. But in order to get used to living in a dorm again, I have been doing some routines to get me back into the flow:

-I have been randomly disconnecting my DSL like from my computer, to simulate SHU's shitty internet connection.
-I also disabled all of my music downloading programs, added a throttle to make me connect to the internet at 3k/s and have been rebooting my computer every few minutes.
-I've also lined the outside of my bedrooms with bass heavy boomboxes playing country music, 50 Cent, and pop punk.
-Every couple of hours I kick a soccer ball around my hallway
-And I smeared a nice helping of feces on the wall of my bathroom.

My parents weren't very happy with me, but hey, I told them this is what I live with at college.

Classes this semester are looking alright, but nothing is really exciting me. Every monday night I have Christian Ethics for three hours. I'm viewing the decision to take this class as a testament to my manhood. Tuesdays and Thursdays are going to suck with three classes in a row, one of which being three hours long. But the good news is that Wed I have one class that ends at 1, and once again I have no classes on Fridays. This means that I can leave Thurs night or Friday morning and enjoy a healthy weekend at home.

Some people, including my dad AT FIRST, said that it was silly for me to go home every weekend. During the first semester, I didn't go home every weekend. I stayed up at SHU on more than a few occasions to get what my dad affectionately called "The College Experience." But being that I'm a straightedge guy, my college experience was left being nothing more than a weekend of sleeping, Mac games, and trips to Wal-Mart and the mall. It also doesn't help when 80% of the campus also goes home every weekend. So, after explaining this to my parents, they really don't care if I stay there. And now that we have Cellar Dweller shows booked through November, I am going to be busy on weekends back in the BC. Excellent!

I am not looking forward to unloading everything from my car when I arrive at SHU. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't live on the second floor. And it wouldn't be so bad if they would let us open the Fire Escape Doors next to the parking lot. But instead I must carry a 25LB computer tower, a TV that I'm finally bringing, and all my other necessities across the Havey lawn, through a door requiring my key card, and up two sets of stairs. Oh well, I have to exercise sometime in my college life.

Well, I would make this post longer, about all of the reasons I am not looking forward to going back, all of the stuff I did over break, and how I hope to God I get a lofted bed, but... I must shut down my computer and pack it up. The move. is. on.