For the Love of God, Stop Playing Bon Jovi

    It could just be the product of the over-sexualized college environment, or maybe it's just pathetic wisps of teenager hormones trying to get themselves heard before those years are over, but I am just finding that whereas before I was basically asexual, all I can ever think about now is men. I guess it's normal, but I think it's just pathetic, the fact that I would even waste my time being preoccupied with the matter of sex and sexual encounters. I'm trying to stick to the belief that it's simply my biological clock that wants me to settle down in the peak of my reproductive maturity, but that is just a prime example of ways in which I use science to lie to myself. (Hahah now I just sound like an Evangelist-- I ain't didn't come from no god damn monkey!)
    If my suitemates continue to play rockband twenty four hours a day, every day of the week, I may simply shoot myself. As if it's not bad enough already that I spend every minute of every day here doing homework (total lie-- I actually have given up today and skipped my first class to watch Weeds on my computer), I have to listen to the horribly overrated Ramones barking over and over accompanied by the clicks of plastic guitars. Terrible.
    I'm just being dramatic, though. College has its ups and downs, but generally it's been an enjoyable experience. The work is hard, no doubt, but I'm not planning to go to graduate school straight out of undergrad, so I'm not worried about my GPA and all of that other bullshit. How's that for a change from high school? It's freeing, sort of, but in a way I'm also afraid that I'm just stepping off of a cliff without a rope attached. Here's to hoping there are lots and lots of pillows at the bottom of that cliff.
    I guess that when you're majoring in creative writing, though, GPA shouldn't really be the foremost thing on your mind. Life experience, perhaps, and general accumulation of knowledge are in the front seat right now. (How to go from Evangelist to Self-Help Guru in two paragraphs!)
    Okay, time to get back to the concert report that I have to write for my music class. A number of my instrument-playing ex-hookups would be proud. How's that for a circular blog entry?