Change Makes Us Stronger

Well, it's time for change. Again. I seem to do that a lot lately, but Oh well. What is life without a little change?

I recently moved into a new apartment (same complex of course, because I'm adventurous like that) for something new. I reached a point in a friendship where I felt like I was constantly walking on pins and needles. I don't know if it was just me looking to deeply into things, or if there really was something there, but be that as it may, I moved to save what we have left. I don't want to linger on the subject because what's the point in dwelling? Life is about moving forward and bettering yourself.

Which is exactly what I plan on doing.

I recently got to hang out with one of my new roommates and she's pretty darn cool. I got asked on a spontaneous date since their friend was dateless for this concert they were going to. I'm glad I went because I had so much fun! The concert was at The Velour in Provo and the band that we were all there to see is called Westward the Tide. They were awesome. It was one of those moments where you wished they were more than just a local band because you wanted to listen to their music all day long!

And let me say, Sierra has some very attractive friends.

But it was because of this brief encounter with this one guy in particular I seriously had to take a step back. I keep telling myself that I wanted to be better and all that jazz, but man alive, I haven't really thought about why until I met him.

He's great, for the brief moment that I knew him. And definitely not afraid to be himself, and I like that.

And here I was thinking that moving into this apartment was going to be a bad idea. I was wrong. I almost don't want Sierra to get married... I want to keep her there so I have a friend haha. I know, selfish, but oh well.

Well, we'll see how this goes, and I'm excited to see where this road takes me!

I Spy... Wait, Where's Your Car, Darling?

Anyone ever sat and wondered what possesses couples to do some of the things they do? I have. In fact, there has been one thing in particular that I've noticed lately. I've got this friend from out of state that moved down here for school and his girlfriend followed him out. Cute? Maybe, I dunno. I don't know her. We won't get into the weird feeling that I get that his girlfriend doesn't know we're friends... that's a story for another day. Can't say that I'll ever meet her. Don't really want to. Anyway, that's really got nothing to do with what this is about. So she followed him out. Yep. They're from the same state, same city, and therefore, they have the same license plate.

That wouldn't be a big deal if they didn't do the one thing I find so ridiculous. They park next to each other ALL THE TIME.  Sure, parking next to her car so your state tags can be "reunited" as he put it might be cute once. But every day? Really? That's just weird.

To me, I feel like this is a strange sort of manipulation. Maybe I'm just a cynic or whatever, but don't you trust your significant other? Why would you have to keep track of their car? It's not like you don't already spend every waking moment together anyway.

But it's not just them. I've noticed that other couples I'm aware of (whose cars I happen to know) are often seen parked directly next to, or very close to their significant other's car. Why? I don't see the need for you to point out further to people that you're together. Sure, people who don't know your car wouldn't find quarrel with this, but I do.

Try parking across the parking lot and see if they have a heart attack because they can't tell if you're home or not.

I dare you.

Effort? What's That?

Woah, woah, woah. Hold the phone. Pause the tape. Hold your horses. (Continue with cheesy cliches as long as you wish).

You mean to tell me that in order to write this paper, I had to have done the readings?

Yes, Alex. If you expect to succeed in this course, doing the homework is required. No more riding on coat tails. You  gotta work.

LE GASP!

How dare professors require that of me! I mean, I am me, after all! A genius! Very lazy, but a genius!

I struggled today for the first time in... well documented history to write an essay for a class. Normally I can sit down at my computer and come up with something brilliant in a matter of hours. This time though was a different story. I must first start by saying that I don't understand Postmodernism at all. The whole concept just kind of eludes me, and it doesn't help that there is no real solid example of what is postmodern. It's really all up to the reader. You would think that would make my job easier as a BS writer, but not this time! In fact, it made this one waaaaaay more difficult than it needed to be.

Fear not, the assignment was finished on time, but it still took me way longer than I was comfortable with.

It also made me think that it probably would have been loads easier, and far more substantial, if I had just done the readings in the first place.

Whooda thunk?

Oh well, guess that means I just have to start actually working in college. I've gone two years without needing to, but apparently those days are behind me.