time flies by

Since the last day of classes, life has been a rush.

I spent a couple days vegging out and watching tv before I got back on my grizzy. I threw my first and only show in college at Karma Lounge with some friends. It was pretty fun, sans the mixing which took a good 14 hours the day before. I don't know if you've ever heard the same 12 songs for 14 hours, but it will make a man go crazy. By the end of the night, i was in a rage from having to mix down different parts over and over again. Honestly, I'm still burnt out. I only want to work on my own shit now--mostly since I have low standards for the mixing quality of my own shit. That and I think rapping is easier to mix than singing. Either way, a bunch of people showed up, the sets were live, and we had a good time.

I had a hard time sleeping last week because of graduation. The uncertainty finally sank in, the very idea that i dont know what the fuck i'm doing with myself. Graduation weekend passed, with your boy intoxicated in several ways. It was pretty fun and a bit relaxing. I thought things would wind down, and that I'd have some time to get my shit together before heading back to houston. Tuesday I ended up talking to the company I applied for, and it turns out they had some spots available. Unfortunately, they wanted to interview me in person, and I got scared that someone else would seem more qualified because they were more available. Homie don't play that shit. Seriously, more qualified than.. me?

So tuesday to thursday, I slept somewhere between 4 and 6 am. The fridge was a BEAST to clean. Packing sucked. I had a hard time sleeping. Somehow, I got it all taken care of, and got to houston today.

Friday, I'd like to keep things chill before I hit the road on saturday for a good 20+ hours--which I imagine to be the most hellacious driving I will ever have the misery of enduring. Maybe i'll have a fun time taking pictures and sheeeeit.

Looking back at college, I don't know what to think. I don't know how to calculate the sum of good and bad. I don't know what it has made of me, or if I'm who I'd like to be. when I think of it, it's as if every blessing came with a curse. The friends I made through church are incredible people, but I feel like I wasted years attending. The girls I pursued all pretty much stomped me down with high heels. I spend a lot less time sober, YAY!. I spend a lot less time sober, OH GNOES! I have few friends to show for the college experience, but my music was starting to pop off. It's all balanced in some cheesy karmic way.

I don't know why I added this to the post.

West Coast, I see you.