1. My iPod is ordered and will be here in many, many weeks.
2. Counter-Strike: Source is available tomorrow. BRING IT ON!
2. Counter-Strike: Source is available tomorrow. BRING IT ON!
And I'd use it to go home. I've got so, so many things to do at home that I really should spend every weekend in October coming home, such as the following:
-Go see Mommy, since her birthday is this coming week
-See the A-town fellas, get some coffee, make a late-night IHOP run, do some quality driving, throw a party
-Go see Monica, an Emily or two, and many more of the wonderful women of the DFW
-Take a couple college buds home to show them the Dallas experience Realistically, I could do *at most* two of any of the above on any given weekend. Ideally, I'd only do one of the above, in the interests of quality time. So, dear A-town: Miss you much. brb.
-See the A-town fellas, get some coffee, make a late-night IHOP run, do some quality driving, throw a party
-Go see Monica, an Emily or two, and many more of the wonderful women of the DFW
-Take a couple college buds home to show them the Dallas experience Realistically, I could do *at most* two of any of the above on any given weekend. Ideally, I'd only do one of the above, in the interests of quality time. So, dear A-town: Miss you much. brb.
When I get home from a night out that's been really fun, and it's around the time I should be getting ready for bed, I start to feel depressed. Not like "going to kill myself" depressed, but more like "what the hell am I doing with my life?" sort of depression. It comes around for no good reason and I always feel better in the morning. Especially so when I'm living at home in A-town.
But it still happens, and it still bugs me.
Like today for example: Got *tons* of sleep (first time since returning to Austin that I got 10 hours), spent the afternoon relaxing over a little tiny bit of homework, Chinese food with my buddy Bridgit, Harold & Kumar, and a rockin' game of laser tag with all the engineer friends and my very own brother, and some more relaxing over a tasty Wendy's meal at 1AM. And it didn't stop there: I even met some really cool people over Facebook. But the minute I step into my room and kick off the shoes, the weirdness starts to kick in.
Maybe it's just a combination of relative boredom (since I've been having fun all day), tiredness, and coming down off an adrenaline high. I certainly hope it is.
but my brother is getting hitched on July 23rd.
My favorite time of the year is from October 1st to December 31st. It's a beautiful 3 months. The weather is great for the first six weeks, and for the last six weeks it's cold but not painfully so. I get to drive around with the windows down, the sun goes down early so there's more night time, and there's all the fun of the anticipation of the holidays: I personally think the "season" is more fun than the holiday itself. There's my birthday, and that's always fun. The end of the semester generally isn't fun, but it's part of the season I guess. The stress of the end of it all makes it that much sweeter when you actually finish the pair of death finals on the same day, get the giant paper turned in, and you get to just cruise on your way home to see the old amigos once more. And the season ends on two or three weeks of vacation, and the promise of more vacation to come.
Bring on the leaves falling, the end of Daylight Savings Time, and my birthday celebration in a campus Chinese restaurant with Christmas lights strung up all over the inside. I can't wait to go home and live in what feels like luxury compared to the day-to-day here.
And I'm so throwing a 2-night LAN for CS2.