Weird Night

he first 2 days at home have been alright and haven't really felt any different than say if I were home for spring or summer break.  Last night I missed 732 and my roomates.  I went next door and hung out with Mike, Cindy, and Kevin.  We drank Newcastle and smoked hookah, and I was definitely feeling a bit buzzed. By 1:30 Mike and Cindy were asleep and Kevin and I were making fun of them, in that friend way.  I then walked home to my house, a good 40ft walk.  When I got in and my dad was awake, sitting on his computer, I realized how different things are as of right now.  At 732, after a night of drinking, I would have had the independence and privacy to do what ever it was that I plesaed.  At home is it quite different, I'm a prisoner in a sense of my dad's house.  It sucks, I guess I'm looking forward to having my own apartment again.  It'll be worse when I go to Israel, because the immigration center I'll be in, is basically a dorm but with like 12 ppl in a room.  Oh boy!

Friends

I remember a time when I would talk to my friends about the problems they had. I would give advice, discuss the issues, etc. Now at 22 years old it's at that point, and I think for the rest of life it will be this way but there is no reason to discuss each other's issues. There is a mutual understanding between friends that no matter what you say it will have no affect on how your friend is feeling or how they will deal with the problems. So instead of wasting time offering advice, friends keep their issues bottled up and internal. Of course this is all from my point of view, which could be a bit twisted. I'm fine with this though, I understand that the only person that can truly fix my problems is me, and a friend’s advice only goes so far. I guess this is the point where individuality truly takes over and your best friend becomes ones self.

As long as you're accepting of all this, life really isn't that bad.

Goodnight, Ken

Good Night

I started working on my HVAC lab at 4pm this afternoon and finished it at 3am. It should have taken no more than 3 solid hours of work. Most of my friends went out to Chucks tonight because they are feeling that sentimental, college is almost ending feeling. I on the other hand elected to stay in and work on the lab with Matt. We ended up smoking the hookah for a good 2hours, drank some fine peach tea, and browsed the internet. I realized that there is so much shit I want to do, and in a way I'm happy to graduate college because for the first time in my life, I'll be in control of how I spend my time. So I can travel, smoke hookah, read, learn about morocco, read crazy shit on the internet, play the doumbek, and so many more things that have been neglected because of my major.

Engineering killed my...
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Night

Hello

I've decided that I want to write a paragraph every night before I goto bed. Imagine in 2016, looking back on 4/26/06 and getting a glimpse into what you were thinking? To me this is a fascinating concept and something I'd like to start immediately. So starting tonight, I will post my first nightly post.
Thanks, Ken