My head hurts, and I am nauseated. Maybe I should’ve gone at that late last night, and maybe I should’ve stayed in bed until my body says, “Hey you! Wake up!” I guess we all live and learn though.
haha…actually not really. I didn’t go drinking like it sounds ;-), but I can say that I am tired. I guess that will suffice, right? I don’t really plan on drinking until I’m of age, well at least in college. I guess it’s because I don’t really trust that many people with my life, and being in College Station (as safe as it may be), there could still be times when dilemmas could arise, and I could be in big trouble. And besides, I am in this awesome town (ha) to get an awesome education, not to drink. If I wanted to become a drunkard, I could—definitely, but that kind of thing is just not really for me. One of the biggest compliments that I have gotten before was something like, “Courtney, you’re awesome because you know how to have fun…a lot of it…without any alcohol. I think I have more fun with you than when my friends are drunk.” Wow…that just hit home, and I smile. see->:)
I don’t know if anyone knows this, but some guy who attended Texas A&M University committed suicide almost a week ago. He locked himself in the bathroom and did it. Sad thing that it was one day after Valentines. Okay, also…don’t read the next couple of sentences if you don’t like gruesome. I know some people can’t stand it—almost like the thought of needles and blood, but those are all different tolerences. Okay, so the “suicide guy”…well, he didn’t shoot himself in the head like most statistics say; he shot himself in the neck, and it decapitated him. Can you imagine being that guys roommate and walking in the room and seeing your roommates head on the floor? That would be pretty bad, and probably the most disturbing thing of your life. Boy, I feel sorry for any of those people who have to go through that.
I have been thinking a lot lately about how important some people are to me…namely my friends here. Even though I have only known them for less than a school year, they are what keeps me going right now, generally speaking. I mean, when you live with someone and that’s “all you have “, you really get close to them, not just in a general manner, but on a very personal and specific level, almost like you can read their mind or something…or you can predict to what they are going to do in a situation. It’s kind of neat.
I also hate sometimes when my hair dries in a funny way. I only speak of this because I just took a shower at about 11:45 a.m., and I put it up in a pony tail so that I wouldn’t be too cold, but now I just took it down, and it’s all crimpy and gross. I blame it on the water here in College Station. It’s sooo soft, and disgusting that it seriously takes about 15 minutes to feel that all the shampoo/conditioner/body wash/face wash is all the way out. The bad thing though is that I don’t have 15 minutes to wait around in the shower because the water here sucks. It usually dries out my head, and boy…it just makes me a little annoyed.
This summer, one day, I think I would like to go to Six Flags and Schlitterbahn. I haven’t been to these places in quite some time, and just thinking about it makes me truly happy.
Well, I should go, seeing as this is complete gibberish.
g’day mate (said australian style)
Posted by Courtney at February 22, 2004 12:56 PMThe suicide would be quite disturbing. My roommate slit her wrists in our bathroom after we'd been there a month the fall semester of our freshman year. My suitemates and I went with her to the hospital and stayed as long as they let us, then we had to go back to our rooms and clean up the bathroom (ugh). Eventually she was forced to "voluntarily commit" herself for a couple of weeks (insurance scam in my opinion) to a live-in mental hospital in town. A couple of weeks after getting out of there, I was at home for the weekend when one of my suitemates called to say that my roommate's parents had shown up and taken her home. I never did get another roommate.
Posted by: Cousin Elizabeth on February 22, 2004 02:15 PMThe sad thing is that most suicide victims do not realize, until it is too late, that it is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.
Posted by: Aunt Rita on February 23, 2004 07:12 PM