ugh... college.

I'm really sorry my entries have been so negative lately. Hopefully something exciting will happen and I can brag about how happy I am (ha, yeah right...). Anyway, so it's Homecoming Weekend, and of course, I don't even hesitate not to participate -- I'm just not into that kind of excitement. And of course, it's a time of year where I can feel scornful and angry at my school for a good reasons.

So the tradition here is that everybody has to get dressed up (nice dresses/high heels and khakis/polos or suits if you are that pretentious) and get really drunk for the Football game. So there are "classy" looking ladies walking around campus with fists tightly clenching paper bags, beer bottles, and 12-packs of Red Bull (because the night was suppose to be the pre-pre-gaming). It's just a bit infuriating to see so many beer cans, half-smoked cigarettes, and condoms on the ground and the abuse that a body has to go through, which is all for a night of mistakes. And there are always girls wearing ridiculous aviator sunglasses inside at 11 in the morning, screaming at the top of their lungs with a brutish, hoarse cry of "where is the CREAM CHEESE?!" Of course, they are all binging on carbohydrates and sweets before throwing all of it up 3 hours later.

Ah. college life is so enchanting... with pools of vomit and Republicans. Maybe I just hate living in the South... I hope I get to live in Chicago, Washington, or New York for the next four years.