Ahh… for once, I don’t hear the sound of thumping in the floor above me. Nearly everyone’s gone home for Easter.
This is, I think, the first Easter I haven’t spent with my family. No, wait… it’s the second. I will see my sister, who will be in town this evening; but she’s not primarily here to see me. She’s here to visit friends and show off her boyfriend. Priorities, you see.
With no school tomorrow, everyone’s in Friday mode. Party now; go home (if it’s within driving or flying distance) in the morning.
So I’m watching The Apprentice in our lounge and D comes in to invite me to a birthday party. I declined. I don’t know the birthday girl; if anything I am a casual acquaintance who had a class with her once, and I’m fine with leaving that the way it is. Plus, I don’t feel it’s right to crash someone’s party simply because you know other guests. Worst of all, they were going bowling.
I find that there are a lot of people, on this campus and elsewhere, that are so desperate for a social life that they will hang out with people they don’t know, simply so they can say they did something over the weekend. I’m not talking about just meeting someone and partying with them. I’ve done that; depending on the person, it can either be a lot of fun or a scene out of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. But I’m talking about the fools who would rather be with "cool" people than with friends, and don’t care (or do care, but are willing to settle for it) if they’re ignored all evening.
Screw that. I’d rather watch TV.