No more penils, no more books, no more teachers dity looks.

Hello world,

I'm bloggin and this time on my own terms. So, no more blogs about Kurt Vonnegut or how I feel on old people or there fear of change. This time I'm talkin' bout life.

Lately I have been thinking about people, what is it about drinking that makes them so fake? Recently at a small gathering at my house, the popular drinking game of "beer pong" was being played in full force. Now, I'm no stranger to this game. It's fun, involves little skill, and no matter how good you are, it get you drunk. As I was playing, I once again noticed something that has troubled me in many games of beer pong before; The overwhelmingly too serious beer pong opponent. "Crazy hands", "The re-rack architect", "Old yelper". We're all common offenders, I'll be the first to admit that, recognition is the first step in recovery. What is it about this popular game that brings out the crazy in all of us? I mean, its not a sport. Why treat it like one? It takes no physical skill and requires no talent once so ever, "Hey pussies, we're 15-0 think you can take us?" Probably, I watched a lot of Bozo as a kid and I've been training since an early age. Its not just beer pong that's the enemy, its this whole idea of the college life. I've watched all the old college movies, crazy parties and loose women. From what I've experienced, that's semi true but there's one big difference; everyone in the movie is super cool. No matter what stereotype they fit, they are the most charismatic, interesting people in the world. Before I thought it was the college, if I went to a big 10 school like I wanted this wouldn't happen...right? Wrong. Most people aren't that interesting, as much of a dickhead thing as that is to say it's the truth. Most people are shallow, stupid, and are just here as a perquisite to a sad, disappointing life. Maybe that's why for so many people, a good night is measured in how many drinks you had. I'm young, why should I want so bad too forget it. Sometimes getting plastered is nice, life gets rough and its nice to let go every once in a while but when it becomes a regular weekend thing, that's a problem.

That's my first blog, I don't know if anyone is going to read this and to be frank I really don't care. I really needed to write this down, now I feel good. Goodnight world!