Anyway all my roommates seem to be pretty damn cool and interesting:
A fashion major from the mid-west.
Actually three of them.
A musician/singer from Austin now going to USC.
and an Actress who isn't retarded but pretty smart.
I'm a big believer in what I like to call Roommate bonding time. It helped me bond with my very first roommate Diego who let's just say couldn't be anymore different then me. We both came away with a strange sort of respect and friendship that I couldn't have seen happening before then. Same thing with PTom and Senviel. Didn't know them all too well and now I love the guys to death. Same with Austin and Brandon is my best friend so that doesn't even need to be said.
So of course my new roommates and I stayed up drinking till 6 in the morning. The weird thing is: I realized I haven't bonded with new people I didn't really know in a really long time. Is maybe that why I was getting into my funk back in Austin? Had I just not gotten thrown out of my shell? These are the things I went to bed thinking as the sun continued to rise.
I woke up at 1 in the afternoon only thinking about how I was still caught in that last little bit of hangover. I wasn't going to get about half of the stuff I had on my TO DO list done. Way to go. But totally worth it in the end I feel.
In fact since I've been in LA now for almost 3 weeks alot has happened that I could never have thought of a month ago.
KOTA's roommates are some genuinly awesome people. My roommates are. I went to the beach with Kelly and Good God that beach was beautiful. Wish I had taken my camera. It was surreal.
My point is that if I was Stella and I was in the process of getting my groove back this is how it would be happening. I'd meeting new people and pushing myself to open up.
I think that's what was really ultimately negative about the past few semesters at UT was that my own way of handling the fact that school in no way at all challenged or pushed me was the that I still had to go to it and sit through it so what was I going to do? The answer is shutup. To clam up. To not speak up.
That's not me at all. I'm vocal. I have an opinion. I like people to know my opinion. It's so frakkin' refreshing. It's getting me pumped up. It's giving me drive. I haven't had real genuine drive in a long damn time. Honestly this is just me speaking really glib at this point but right now if I had to go back to school or stay here I'd have to stay here based solely on the fact that at least I'm forced and challenged in all the right ways here.
Now if I could only get an awesome job...
That's for another post.
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