I'm back...

Wow. Three years. Or as livejournal likes to refer it "162 weeks." And what 162 weeks it has been...I'm not even sure how to begin with this post.

I'm still @ USC but instead of having been here for only 3 weeks I pretty much have only 6 weeks left. Needless to say too much has happened to sum up in one journal entry. I won't even go into the "major highlights." Those are sure to stick around for a while without needing to view this journal.

Looking back at my old high school posts I couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic. Ok "a little" is pretty much an understatement. Fuckin A I miss high school. My pessimistic predictions about college were unforunately valid and this place could not possibly live up to my pre-US years. Therefore my spoiled teenage years, as well as my amazing summers back home, are what led me to fall into quite a depression my first couple of years here, a stage that has been diffuclt to remove myself from. I often have been going on and on about how much I hate the city which has hosted me for the past 3+ years but the fact is that any city away from home (or even family) would have had the same affect on me.

The truth is though I didn't have a terrible time at all here. To say so would only make me sound like an ungrateful son of a bitch. This school has been amazing. But even more amazing are all the friends I've made. From all walks of life, from all over the world. They have been my saviours and for them I am eternally grateful. Had it not been for them I would have been out of here a long time ago unable to face my deamons that would have probably haunted me for the rest of my life.

The weirdest thing here occured quite recently. As I was walking around the office (@ the New/North CSC which has been providing me w/ lots of gambling money over the past 2.5 years) a couple of weeks ago and looked around I couldn't help but get a little sentimental. You see, throuhougt my years of college I have moved to 4 different residences and none of my friends have lived in the same location during this time either. However, the CSC has been there pretty much the same throughout the same time and so it's (sadly enough) the closest thing of a location that I would refer to as home. I seriously think I'm gonna start balling when it's time to leave. Oy!

So through the haze that was freshman year, the depression stages, the verge of literally flunking out, the trip to Tijuana, the all nighters playing Risk + poker, the engineering all nighters w/ my Chem E buddies in VKC and Leavey and the multiple UNFORGETTABLE trips to Vegas (and Morongo before that) I have survived. Now the countdown has begun. I will be an USC alumnus (I got an A- on my Pass/No Pass GE paper so I am no longer worried) in no longer than 7 weeks.

And just so I can have some kind of transition between my past posts w/ the new ones I must add that Trevor's 22nd Birthday last month has officially been added to my worst drinking/wasted experiences of all time. Following is a recap of all three:

#1 June 2000 @ my cousin's BIG FAT GREEK wedding
In front of approximately 100+ relatives and another 100+ strangers I got so wasted I spent the entire evening in the the bridal party bathroom hugging the toilet. It's a story still mentioned at every family wedding and it was the night my parents seriously began to worry about drinking my habbits (they didn't speak a word to me all night.)

#2 November 2001 "Senior Drunk Day"
As an immature idiot I decided to state a Senior Drunk Day. It didn't work out too well. It was me and like 7 friends of mine. We showed up to school around 8 am and start downing tequilla and red vodka bottles. After throwing up on the 2nd floor balcony so much that the barf was literally trickling down the stairs a teacher from the 3rd floor came down (she heard me from the noises) and took me to the nurse's. I got suspended for 3 days but the Vice Principle (Rest in Peace Mr. Moore) agreed to keep it off the records. I cried that day in front of my dad and I actually believe it brought us much closer. I also got a piece of glass in my eye (still have the scar) and had to wear a huge patch for a week.

#3 September 2005 Trevor's 22nd B-Day @ Venice
At the age of 21 I had no idea I still had it in me to get so wasted and humiliate myself in public. Luckily my friends (slightly less drunk than me) were able to take care of me. We went to a couple of bars in Venice where I was constantly with a drink and a cigarette. When we left we went to the parking lot where Brendan was singing for us but I spent the whole time peeing and barfing off the rail into the small river. I almost fell into my waste but I still had the willpower to hang on from the rail and spent a good 10 minutes (I think) dangling back in forth. Trevor would come to check up on me and all I remember telling him is "I want to die." And I really did. ON the 10 min drive home we had to make 3 barf stops for me, one in which I escaped from my friends and started running through these small little streets that had reminded me of downtown Athens and started barfing in people's gardens. Trevor, scared he lost me for good, finally found me and I passed out on his living room floor a few minutes later.

That's it for now folks. And because I'm still a student I must get started on my waste water studying before the adderall starts wearing off :). I'll probably be back sooner than last time though.