I do still exist.

I have gotten numerous--well, at least one complaint that I have not been doing nearly enough writing in this lil blog of mine. I know this is true, but to be honest it has been a bit difficult finding the time to do so. It's weird. Everyone told me I was going to have a ton of free time in college, and so far I have not found this to be the case. I have had a pretty good amount of homework and reading to do, and of course there are the never-ending extracurriculars, some of which are healthy, others which might not fall into that category. Nevertheless, I realize that I do need to put forth a slightly better effort in supplying the general public with more info on the happenings of Chad Thomas. So I will try to do this.

So I've been to all of my college classes now. I only have five, which is nice. Even nicer is that they are only 50 minutes and an hour and 15 minutes, respectively. I have three 50s on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday and two hour-pt-two-fives on Tuesday and Thursday. I actually have my father to thank for this: he recommended that I fashion my schedule in this manner. 

Although it's early and I'm still feeling out all of my classes, I think my favorite is going to be my fiction writing class. I don't write a lot of fiction, but I could definitely see myself getting into it. The professor is actually a young T.A., probably not older than twenty-five. "But," he assured us on the first day, "I won't bullshit you. I know what I'm talking about." And he definitely seems like he does. The class is one of the 50 minute ones so I can stay really focused the whole time. Additionally, he is constantly playing really chill music. His favorites seem to be Sufjan Stevens, Band of Horses, and Wilco, all of which I myself really enjoy. It's really great music to get the creative juices flowing. On the first day of class he asked us write the worst story we could possibly write, full of cliches and overused adjectives. I wrote the best worst piece I have ever written, all about a girl and her one-minute existence between the time she woke up and the time she went downstairs to eat breakfast.

My other classes aren't too bad either. Freshman Seminar is nothing like that vulgar class I took in high school that was nothing more than an extension of my shitty english class. We actually do shit relevant to being a freshman in college, which is refreshing. I have a Political Science course which is going to be hard, although the teacher was out of town today so class was canceled. Yes, no substitutes in college bitch. Also have History 202 and College Albebra. Neither of those deserve any description. They are tedious but necessary I suppose.

The first couple days I was here, I was a bit homesick, despite thinking that I wouldn't be. It's just part of my personality. But I have become sufficiently acclimated now, and I am quite comfortable here now. I have been drinking entirely too much. I need to get more sleep. But I am staying on top of my studies, which is something I haven't done in about seven years. It is weird to sit down and just read a textbook because I was assigned pages to read. And it's going to take some practice, but I'm catching on.

I really like my dorm room. I don't have a roommate. I am pretty sure I have mentioned that. I really like the privacy I have. It allows me to remain naked most of the time, as I frequently did in the comfort of my own home. Speaking of nakedness, a buddy of mine who lives above me and I went to a no-clothes party hosted by the swim team a few nights ago. We did adorn our respective packages with small hand towels however. Had to show some courtesy.

Tomorrow Colie (the guy who lives above me) and I are driving down to North Myrtle to a Slightly Stoopid concert. That should be pretty good. I have been listening to those guys a lot lately and they never fail to put me in a really relaxed mood. Lyrics are nothing to write home about (pun?) but the guitar and reggae-punk-hip hop-blues feel supplements lack-luster words with really good instrumentals. Plus I've heard they're awesome live. Tickets were around $30, North Myrtle's about an hour away, we're in fucking college. It was a no-brainer.

Tomorrow my earliest class is at nine. That has become really early for me. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I don't have one until 12:30. I like those days. 

Let's see, what else? Oh, I am thinking about pledging a fraternity. I have been partying and hanging out with Delta Tau Delta a lot and they are some of the coolest guys I have ever met. But you really can't go wrong on frats down here, except maybe Kappa Alpha. So I'll have a little look around during Rush Week and see what really tickles my fancy. Doubt I'll pledge first semester though.

I may be coming home this weekend, so you may or may not see me. But I miss all of you, and I will see you soon.

College: the beginning

Your boy CT is officially moved in to his new home at the Dub. Yes, University Suite S, room 104 is now occupied by yours truly. The rents and sis have said their goodbyes, and now it is just me, alone in the world for the first time. A bit scary, but right now all I can see is upside. Finally, I get a chance to be me. No longer is my life tainted and limited by the restrictions put on me prior to this point.

But that's all good and well. What I'm really excited about is this suite. First of all, it isn't nearly as small as I thought. Sure, it isn't big. But it's damn cool. I lofted the bed and put my bike and golf clubs under it. I may regret this when I come in extremely intoxicated and have to climb up to the top. But oh well, we live and we learn. Additionally room accessories include a giant, soft plush rug, and my zebra print comforter. Oh yeah, the Logitechs are blasting some loud tunes, which prompted one of my new suitemates to pop his head in and ask who was playing the dank music. 

Which brings me to my suitemates, they all seem to be pretty cool, into similar music as me for the most part, and partaking in similar illegal activities. So it's all gravy. Can't wait to see where the night takes me.

I'm back

It's 5:00am and I have now redeemed myself as an official night lurker. Reasons for this affliction? Perhaps insomnia, perhaps being a werewolf, perhaps dreading the images I'll see in my dreams (likely isn't the latter; Klum's been making regular appearances as of late). Whatever the cause, it is a non-issue, at least for the next week or so. But come next Wednesday, classes will officially start down at the Dub. I guess I'm looking forward to them. They'll certainly be a lot different than those wonderful, diverse courses offered at my former center of learning, East Meck. I look forward to comparing and contrasting.

Tomorrow (today) I must go work out at the J. I am getting miserably soft, and just plain miserable as a result. It doesn't help that The Olympics is on at this time, driving home images of world-class athletes with world-class bodies, and aside from that echoing to me that I should have continued swimming, if not for Olympic gold than at least for those eight-packs, bulging biceps, enormous thighs, and enormous pull with the Beijing females (a sexy Asian is a very close second to one of Caucasian breed in my book. Well, I am fairly impartial to races as a rule).

Now I think I will pull this blanket over my head as I fall asleep to some Olympic coverage, continue wallowing in self-pity at how out of shape I am, and sleep until 1 in the afternoon. I am very productive.

I can't even write about what I just saw. I am still in shock. If ever there were a time I wish I were in a pool, it is now.

A beach blog

Friday, August 8

One week from tomorrow, I will be in college. I'm ready to go. I've got all my new clothes bought. I made sure to cover all the bases so that I'll be accepted by all clicks: Vineyard Vines, American Apparel, Gap, etc. It's an eclectic mix to say the least, but you never know. I want to go into this thing well-prepared. Plus, I haven't bought new clothes in about four years so I figured I might as well go hard. 

Clothes now covered, but something's still missing. It couldn't be any of the dorm room essentials. I've got the oversized mini fridge (oxymoron), plush rug, and zebra print duvet cover for my down comforter. 

Fresh kicks? I guess this may be an issue. Although I did just purchase a pair of hemp Rainbows. The beauty of these is that they get me in with all crowds. They're classy and preppy enough for the frat type, yet the hemp proves to the surfers that I am one with the earth, not to mention environmentally conscious. Perhaps this will warrant a free surf lesson at Wrightsville? Wishful thinking, I'm sure.

But this does bring me to another issue: surfing. I think I can do it, but how am I going to learn? Youtube? I really need to get a board, which leads to other issues, such as longboard or short? Are longboarders considered a joke by the locals? All of these questions need to be resolved in short time. I want to get off on the right foot.

Surfing can wait though. First order of business is getting acclimated to the school itself. But it would be great if my parents would let me take my car down. I didn't realize how hard it is to actually get into the town of Wilmington from the campus. Everything is closed in around the school so one really must drive to get somewhere. Then again, I am a damn good biker. 

I keep seeing these countdowns on Facebook statuses. "Ten days to freedom!" "Twelve more days til I am in college! "8IG[-]+ [)@ZE 2wo ApP [(luvs0**0]!!!" I am getting a bit tired of them. No one cares, mostly because they are focused on their own move-in date and don't give two shits about the move-in date of some person they met once in high school. So please stop doing that if you are. And if you're one of the people who likes to keep it a big mystery ("Ten Days."), it's just as stupid. You thought you were very cool with the very direct, concise two-word statement followed by the period that Facebook inserts by default. It looks good, I'll give you that. But it's quite annoying.

Well I am actually at the beach right now so I think I'm gonna head out. Bye.

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"Reject a woman, and she will never let it go, one of the many defects of their kind......Also, weak arms." -Dwight Schrute