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.