The Night I Did what They do

This weekend I did something that "everyone" does on a regular bases. The college scene is full of people who find this activity quiet fun and completely entertaining...you are considered abnormal if you do not participate...even my own sister does it.

This weekend, for the first and, most likely last, time in my life, I went clubbing. Like I have nothing better do with my time on a Thursday night.

Lets discuss this strange activity that I absolutely insisted upon wasting $20 to participate in.

Girls clothing: I thought I looked cute. I was wearing a long shirt and pants with a belt that is considered very stylish these days. But I was over dressed. And by saying overdressed, I don't mean I was dressed for a much fancier event. I mean I had to much clothing on. Period. most of the girls wore a shirt much like the one I myself had on, with matching heels. But thats it. No pants, no leggings, no skirts. Nothing. Can you say slutty?

Dancing: This form of movement is not worthy enough to be bestowed with the title of "dancing." This was sex on the dance floor. And I don't mean something like the tango or the salsa. This was guy on girl, girl on guy, bumping and grinding. The boys had they're hands all over the girls, from the back, to the waist, to the neck, to the chest, to the thighs, and not limited to these parts on the body...those hands wandered everywhere. Like I said: can you say slutty?

Smell: Disgusting. It was crowded. And when its crowded, it gets hot. And when it gets hot, guys sweat. I hate it to break it to you, but when guys sweat, they stink. Add the form of movement that they call dancing, and you have a fragrance that no amount of cologne can possibly cover.

Noise: You all know how loud a crowd is. And this was no ordinary crowd. A group of 18 to 21 year olds make a lot of noise. For some odd reason, the dj had the music turned up to decibels that even the profoundly deaf could hear. It wouldn't be so bad if the dj had played good music, but it was more along the lines of things that most of us can hardly stand.

So, what has this experience taught me? Not all things are what they're cracked up to be. I gained almost nothing from this ordeal....I say almost nothing because I did learn what I do enjoy and what I dont. I enjoy hanging out with my friends. I don't enjoy doing it at clubs where they play loud music and bump and grind and dress scantily.

What I would so enjoy is learning how to dance, things like the salsa, and swing, and the waltz.

So, that was the night I did what they do. They, being everyone else. Not me.

Wonderer

I was sitting in the office today, letting my mind wander down its many paths of thought, when I realized that some of the things I think are impossible to put into words unless its writen down. Consequently, I decided to start a blog, for the simple reason that I have so much to say, and no where to put it. As well as the fact that I have so many story's that I want to tell....I used to journal, but its gotten harder to sit down with a pen and a pad of paper and write. I want to be able to hand my kids something in a few years, and say "yes, I was like you once....I get it."

I know I'm only one in a million bloggers out there, and no one may ever read this....but its time some of these thoughts get written down before they're lost. So, if your reading this, and find it interesting, I'm glad your along for the journey.

That being said, this is me: 19, brunette, and completely unsure of where life is going sometimes. I am a sophmore in college, but I'm definately going to be in school for a lot longer then you might suppose. I want to be a history professor, so a doctorate is required. I garentee you'll hear more about the shenanigans of college later.

I still live at home. And I love every second of it.

I have a boyfriend, who is also my bestfriend.

I play the violin.

I love life, and intend to live it to its fullest.

So, welcome to my world of shenanigans.