I think I may have learned something important

This semester has yet again been as much of a learning experience as the day I found out there is a difference between "our" and "are." I can't articulate all I have learned, because much of it is felt. I carry myself differently, I perceive things differently, I drink a lot of Arizona ice tea (probably more than any sane individual does). My roommate Tyler is in a sense somebody who I would rather be at times. He's a free spirit that does what he wants whenever he wants and doesn’t over think the situation at hand. I think way too much, probably why I eat so much green food. But, good has come out of it, I’m slowly learning to go with the flow much easier than I use too, thinking a lot less. However, this also cuts into my creative process, but compromise is good especially if it means I am happier even if I have less to produce.

I am probably going to get 2 D’s this semester. I have never gotten less than a B+ on any philosophy class, so I am a little ashamed. The quality of my work is important, especially since all these philosophy teachers know me as one of the better students. This new work I have done is inconsistent with the old work, my integrity diminished. Therefore, right now I am making the claim (hopefully I will hold to it) that my last semester at Chico is going to be one in which I focus my energy into my work, and not get lost some where between parties, pot and work.

Being single has had its ups and downs. I started going out seriously the day I got to college, and it wasn't until my senior year before I had any freedom to act as I wished. Problem is I didn't even know how to act or what I should act on. So, this semester has been a learning process. This hot neighbor of mine always comes by offering sex for green food, I still haven’t excepted since I would feel used and that I had been involved in some Rastafarian prostitution scheme. And who is to say she shouldn’t pay me in green??? There have been other propositions I have turned down, including velma from couch bandits and this ugly girl at work. Maybe I am just still scarred to even get close to a women, because my one and only turned my insides into an old man at a bar on drink number 12. But I am still cool, I am still collected, and I am defiantly ready to get plastered and not think twice about it.

So, what’s next for me. I can only hope that whatever I learn is covered in salt, but lends a sweet aftertaste. The last semester has been salty, it has been sweet, I have made enough money to have fun for 5 weeks, and I plan on seeing all my desires through to practical application.