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BubbaBrz
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Name: Bubba
Country: United States
State: Michigan
Metro: Lansing
Gender: Male
Interests: Making money, hanging out with friends, organizing things, pretending like I know what I am talking about, random road trips, choir, forensics, musicals, sleeping, eating, going grocery shopping when you are starving, sleeping in, hand-washing my car, being able to actually go home after school and not have practice or anything, and fishtailing in an unplowed parking lot.
Expertise: Well....you know.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Computers (Internet)
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  GLcomet06
Member Since:
11/2/2004
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| I miss people.
I feel like I've been mindlessly going through the motions for the past, like, long amount of time. Seriously.
This summer all I did was work, sleep, and try to squeeze in some fun.
Now I go to class sometimes, work, do Capital Green stuff and sleep.
There are people that I honestly wish I could see or at least talk to everyday, but everyone's schedules are so busy it's hard to. It's easy to get caught up in things and you start focusing on doing just what's necessary to get by. I've let my relationships with people deteriorate like crazy, but unintentionally so.
Honestly, I miss people. Really bad. I miss the days where we would get out of school, go to Taco Bell, Ceragems then Coldstone. I miss the days where we would go play board games in the park, or go bike riding around downtown lansing. I miss just being able to hang out with the people I love the most, and not have to worry about other things I need to be doing. All I want is one stress and responsibility free week where I can spend lots and lots of time with people I've neglected lately.
Oddly enough, here is what I posted on my Xanga almost exactly 2 years ago to the day...
"Last night was fun. Amanda, Mike, Mike, Marc, Sarah & I went to Ceragems, which we hadn't been to since the spring. We learned that most people are born in August and September because people do it in the winter. We also got some life-lessons from a guy that was sitting on the hemorroid pad. Interesting.
Mike had to get a new battery for his car, so we watched scenes from Fiddler on my laptop while we were waiting. I didn't realize that I get to sing half the L Chiam, which is pretty exciting. Afterwards we made a stop at Taco Bell, and then came over my house to watch Fiddler some more. It's actually not that bad of a movie, even if it is 30 seconds shy of 3 hours.
I really love my friends. I like how we can just go out and have fun, and not have any definite plans, just playing everything by ear. Taco Bell always makes everything better too, unless you are Marc and you try to eat 2 Cheesy Gordita crunches and a crunchwrap in about 20 minutes."
The more people I meet in college, the more I value the friends that I have had for years now. The loyal ones who know you inside and out. The ones who you don't have to worry about impressing in any way. The ones who I actually felt like I had real, meaningful relationships with.
I don't want to lose touch with you guys, ever. | | |
| A summer unlike any other...
I moved into my apartment out here at Abbot Pointe in mid-June, and with that came the smack-in-the-face reality of bills. Lots of bills. Rent, utilities, cellphone & loan payments leaves me with barely enough money to buy groceries with. I've learned to like Kroger-brand Captain Crunch that comes in a giant bag for $2.50 instead of paying $5 for a small box of the name brand stuff.
My parents still refuse to help me out with college. Not even cosigning for any loans. As a result, I've had to go through private lenders and put my summer classes on my credit card. Now I'm paying 10.5% interest on the loans, with payments starting now.
I've been working my ass off this summer. I've somehow managed to hold 3 (now 4) jobs, working 30-70 hours per week, and squeezing in 7 credits worth of online classes. I get multiple pay checks every week, and literally within hours of cashing the checks, all the money in gone. My paychecks are spent well before I get them.
I've been painting the outside of houses and warehouses with CollegePro since May. Working 10+ hour days in the 85 degree weather gives you the worse farmer tan ever. seriously. A few weeks ago the temp got up to like 93 degrees out in Mason, and we worked from 8am to 9:30pm just so we could finish the job, with not even a hint of appreciation from our boss. I had never sweat so much in my life.
I've been serving and bartending at the Sheraton on Friday and/or Saturday nights, and have worked at the ballpark a few Sundays this summer.
I now just picked up a job serving (and hopefully bartending in the near future) at Small Planet, the new nightclub/concert venue that is opening up by all the Chandler Apartments. I'll be working there weekday evenings.
I'm starting to get overwhelmed, feeling like I will never catch a break.
College is supposed to be some of the most fun years of your life, yet I feel like I am spending 90% of those years working.
Even my days off are usually spent running errands that I don't get a chance to do during the week.
Somethings got to change.
Relaxing is a word that has been out of my vocabulary for awhile now. When I'm not working, I'm still tense because I feel like there are tons of things that I need to get done.
I feel like the number of people I am close to in dwindling day by day. I hang out with a lot of different people, but I feel like a lot of those relationships lack an real substance. Where are all the genuine people at? So many fake friends are made in college. Everyone is in the same boat as far as wanting to meet new people and make friends, but that just causes people to cling on to other people that they may have the smallest thing in common with. I want to talk to someone and know 100% that they are not judging me or stabbing me in the back when I'm not around. I'm pretty sure that person doesn't exist - and if you disagree, you're wrong.
Sometimes people fuck you over big time, and expect an "I'm sorry" to be all that's required to get things back to normal. Well I'm sorry that I ever thought highly of you.
Summer in East Lansing is disappointing, to say the least.
What the hell happened to summers like when we were little. You're biggest concern was who's house you were playing at the next day, where you would go on a bike ride to, when the next time was you were going to the beach, or how far you thought you could push your bedtime back. I feel like I'm too young to be saying it, but I wish I could be a kid again. To be so innocent and care-free, having almost everything done for you. Life seems to get less and less fun as it goes on. It seems like the only thing increasing is my age, the amount of responsibility I have and how much debt I am in.
I guess I'm just looking for more. I want some thrill in my life. Some reason or purpose to be mindlessly going through these day-to-day routines, only to fall short of what I'm trying to accomplish.
I want to go back to Europe. | | |
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