the big move.

So, the weekend was hectic. After the event on Friday, I went to vent at a few people. Or lots of people actually. Then Saturday I went on a few errands, went kayaking on the Hudson, walked on the highline and jumped on a train to Jersey. I immediately called my best friend, my mother was cooking, and he came over for dinner. My parents and their friends began watching some Asian Pop Idol show. Weird. All the girls were turned to sluts. Such a fail on the show's part. So, we didn't want to watch the awkwardness that was on the TV so we went upstairs to find.. PS2! And Star Wars! Oh dear lord, it's an addicting and difficult game. I love it so. We played for 3-4 hours when he and I should have both been studying for our exams. It was probably the most relaxing time of my weekend. We then beat 3 levels, got kicked out because my parents wanted to sleep then went downstairs to find Waterboy on Starz. Bam! We watched that. 2am. Fuck. He peaced. I went to bed.

Next morning. I rushed to pack everything I had, move furniture out of the house into my dad's large truck then headed to buy mattresses and pick up a frame from the apartment. Headed straight to New York City where we were met by my good friends Ben and Austin. Those boys are lifesavers. They helped me move about 200lbs worth of furniture up 4 flights of stairs. Damn. We assembled the bed and installed the air conditioner and set up a TV stand. Done. Pops, Austin, and brobro left and I chilled at Bens. Almost fell asleep on his futon. Damn. Headed home, exhausted. Fell asleep around 10. Mind you, I still had a midterm to study for. I suck at life. So woke up today, Monday around 9am. Started cramming. Didn't work because I failed my midterm. Great. Oh well. What's done is done. I just have to do really well on my final. Uhh...

I have nothing philosophical to stay. I'm just documenting my summer which turned out to be pretty decent. I'm going to start my new job tomorrow, my previous internship, which will hopefully turn out to be something I enjoy. Plus it's great on a resume. Anyhow, I haven't had any time to think or do something for myself. This is my reflecting moment. Is life really worth all the hardships and stress we put ourselves into? Keeping up with corporate companies, degrees, friends, money? I don't like where it puts all of us. I was talking to a friend and he says he feels important and shnazzy in business dress and his blackberry. I didn't like that he said that. He'll probably turn into a corporate robot and work on Wall Street when he graduate in 2 years. I really don't like that. When do we get to live for ourselves? Why can't we live it now and learn later? We're only young once and we don't even get to enjoy it because we're so focused on these important and well paying jobs, we're so stuck on the fact that we have to make money, be famous, yadda yadda. I want to do that when I'm 40. I want to live my years out jumping off airplanes and bungee jumping in the Alps. I want to learn to fly a plane and drive a boat. I want to make friends around the world who will teach me things I know nothing about. This is what life is. Taking advantage of each day we live, doing things that allow us to experience emotions that we aren't supposed to feel everyday. Compare this to working in a cubicle at a corporate office from the day you graduate at the age of 22 until 60 years old. What sounds better?

My free spirit is dying to get out. I need it to get out. I need to live. Get out of this stressful hellhole. I was called Hawaiian today. I seriously considered moving out to Hawaii and learning the Hawaiian language. I've never been to Hawaii before. Huh.