So as I was reading these first few posts from sophomore year, I couldn't help but be jettisoned back to a different era. From sophomore year until now, life has been extremely crazy.

First there was a whole semester of insanity at HorizonTerrace. With the thousands of L's, yak, fights, drama, etc. it was intense. Then there were the Spring Classes and meeting people Carly Pagano, Casey Adamec, Mia, etc.

In the summer of 2007 I ended up taking summer courses (full 4 classes!!) and working at Target in East Greenbush. I wasn't really keen on the job at first, but I put on my happiest face everyday and tried to have as much fun as possible, period. Anytime someone asked me how I was doing I would gladly respond "Target is the best place on earth!!" They'd laugh, I'd laugh, and work went on.

This fall semester I was hustlin the piff, and trying to get my life right. I ended up with a 3.16 GPA probably because I lived at home and I wasn't whylin like I used to.

Birthdays rule.

Most of the time I'm in my "frame of mind", but I really want to jot down my thoughts on the birthday week celebration before my memories cease to be vivid.

On Tuesday I took my last exam of sophomore year: my entrepreneurship exam. There were only two exams all semester and I took mine. Once that was done it was only obvious that I was going to get fucked up. I ended up taking a bowl to the head and then Nick and I went to Irv's/Joe's/Levi's place where Kevin met up with us. I get there and I'm pounding beers from the keg and then we get to play some nice 10-cup beerpong. Nick had to have a phone interview the next day with some guys from CTY so I ended up drinking all the beer. Basically, it was a recipe for disaster with the alcohol, Maggie the whore, and my desire to get fucked up to celebrate the end of sophomore year. I ended up going with Kevin to Davison where I puked a few different times in their lobby and then passed out on a couch. All in all, it was a good night of hard boozing.

I woke up and ended up chilling with Kevin and some of his friends in Commons (I was trying to replenish nutrients after a rough last night). After eating my Commons, we decide that it's time to scheme on how to get 40's. Nick is a complete pussy for not buying alcohol with his ID because "he didn't want it to get taken away". That's cool and all, but it's still a bitch move. We ended up getting 12 40 ounce bottles and we started drinking at around 6pm. I had one ides and one Olde English and I was good and drunk. It was a fun time. We all end up rolling out Jack's where there's a fairly decent party. Most of the people that had pregamed with us were unable to function past 12:30am and as a result ended up leaving the party, but not before I took some fun pictures with these cute girls for my birthday. 20 was rockin'.

I think that when I woke up on Thursday I already knew that the birthday week HAD to be completed. It was my birthday and I was on top of the world. People were leaving me voicemail, texts, and facebook messages all day.. I was feeling the love. Mom, Dad, and Bouji wanted to go out to dinner so we ended up going to Plum Blossom with Nick, Mihalis, Derek, and Kevin. Originally I didn't want to take Mihalis, but Brad declined because he had an essay to write or something. After the dinner, we ended up getting cigars and then we got two 30-racks of Miller Lite so we could drink and play baseball (since Jack couldn't deliver on the absinthe). So we got shitty in Church 6, got some ILove's after, and passed out. It was a successful day on the whole.

Friday was a sluggish day from wake-up until evening. Nobody felt like doing anything, and at around 10:00 I asked Kwatts if it would be okay if I came up. Not only was this a smart thing, it would end up being QUITE badass. If you asked me to accurately recount how many dutches we smoked on this day, I couldn't tell you. What I can say, though, is that we smoked at least 5 and we were all fucked up. Add coronas to this situation and everyone was fucked out of their minds. I ended up leaving Stackwyck at 6:15 and sleeping at 7:00am.

After I woke up on Saturday and got commons, I ended up IMing Kwatts to see how things were. He invited me back up to Stackwyck and I was down. We were a little slow with things for a few hours, but at around 8pm there was so much going on that it was ridiculous. Isaac rolled a blunt, Lavonne rolled a dutch, Mitch rolled a dutch, and Kwatts rolled a dutch. I think Mitch and Isaac's blunts were the ones that were combined into one fat dutch that was TALLER than a poland springs water bottle. After doing all of this we eventually ended up going out to drink and party for Kal's 21st birthday. We were whylin, they were whylin, it was a good time. We ended up hanging out in Rousseau until about 7:30am when I passed out on the floor of the living room.

To be totally honest, the nights kind of blend together, especially because Friday and Saturday were so crazy. From the beginning to end, we had a crazy time and I was glad I did this.

Post-party week note: It is 10:16PM on Sunday and I am tired, cranky, somewhat depressed, and probably have not had proper rest in a long, long time. I plan on spending most of my day sleeping and we'll see if that helps with my crazy fatigue. In my next entry I'll write about summer expectations and the like.. whatever, Peace.

Anticipation

So this week is my birthday, I'll be turning 20. It's gonna be pretty cool because all these changes are happening in my life. I feel as though I'm behaving more like an adult because I am doing better in school aka keeping focused. I should be able to have a good college career as long as I keep this up. I will be getting completely shitfaced with Nick, Derek, Brad, and hopefully Kevin. Those are basically the four people I hang out with at RPI that drink and that I would want at a party with being that they're my closest friends.

My last test is this Tuesday for Entrepreneurship. I would type more but it's 5am and I want to wake up and get a REAL hearty lunch. Some badass salad, deli bar, and normal buffet food, and dessert. I'm going four course meal like it ain't no thang. I love doing what I do when I write. And this time, I got a nice view of the horizon. I'm gonna get more in depth on this thing later, probably after my test.

Musings

Normally I've been writing everything in a certain kind of state, but I couldn't resist writing this. Last night was an intense evening of drinking. Derek, Nick, and I all decided to go to SAE. The bus driver dropped us off at AEPi, and not wanting to walk, we just went in. We get downstairs and immediately start drinking beer from the keg. After about 3 minutes, we finish our three beers and head upstairs. While we are upstairs, we keep drinking beer and then get into our beer pong game. The arrival of Dina, Grace, and Lizzie hampered our beer pong concentration, so we end up losing our game. Dina was kind enough to get me a rum and coke from the bar upstairs and luckily the bartender was probably trying to fuck her, because it was plentiful on the rum side. So about 8 drinks deep we decide to roll out and hit SAE. This is where shit gets real intense. Rahul the Murderer, my alter ego, has decided that it is going to make an appearance tonight. We get to SAE and see a bunch of people we know, but the most important thing still had to be found... booze. We get to the bar and start pounding beers while conversing with everyone. We went downstairs to drink and dance, and that's when things start getting kind of crazy.

While down there, Nick ends up dancing with Nadia and Brad starts dancing with Sharmin. I am turning into a drunken mess and Rahul the Murderer has begun to show more and more of himself. I intermittently dance with a few girls, but my main focus for the evening was definitely the booze. I ended up getting cut off from the bar and the bartenders (freshmen) were kind of afraid since I was "demanding", as Derek puts it, more beer. I also ended up telling Sonia that I love her about 20 times, all the while flipping her off whenever she wasn't looking at me. Hahah, yes! I end up seeing Ankit Narechenia and we chatted for most of the evening.

(From this point onward, everything gets hazy and I'll relay some happenings of the night from what people told me or what the facts point to)

Kevin, noting how drunk I was, incited me into punching Ankit in the face. Note to self: Call Ankit and apologize.

Apparently we were by the stairs and I slipped and fell. When I slipped, I ended up falling on my back and my feet were in the air. When I got up, apparently I ran away to start cursing at people and spread hatred.

While outside, we had to be told by numerous brothers that we were being too loud and needed to tone it down. We didn't. I wonder if they hate us? lol

And, for the grand finale: When Nick and I got back to Church VI, we didn't end up hanging out at first. We were both blacked out and he was going to go to the Ruck but ended up not going. While he was on the phone with his "friend" from Puerto Rico he was also talking about how someone was "spying on him". Chances are since Nick and I do the little routine where I just open the door while he's in the bathroom, it was me. Apparently I yelled at him to "shut the fucking door". That's all the Puerto Rican girl said. After this extremely awkward interaction, I ended up puking in the bathroom right in front of the toilet. From what I gather, I was probably on the toilet taking a shit when the need to vomit arose and I just did it right there. The vomit incident was a full 24 hours ago and our bathroom still smells. And, to top it all off, Molly says that she heard Nick peeing into something that "didn't smell like a toilet". Damn, I love Saturdays!

Analyzing

So lately it seems kind of obvious that I've changed from a kid into a young man now. I think my ideas on the world are more refined and adult-like but they're still far from a 40 year old man's perspective. I find that I enjoy getting that Bob Marley vibe going pretty frequently these days.. I'd say about 5 times a week or more. It's been like a thing which helps me cut back on the drinking and I feel that it's allowed me to just do a lot of thinking that I seem to "never have time to do", but it's only because drinking/hangover takes up so much time/effort. Anyway, so I've been doing that a lot lately, but I've also been trying to get into a few different things. First, I joined the S&W, which is a publication on campus. That's pretty sweet.. so I'm either gonna do an ed/op (editorial/opinion) column where I just write my opinions about stuff or I'm gonna try a humorous column about whatever I'd like. Either one is pretty sweet to me, and I'd totally love doing it. Then, on top of the S&W thing, I also applied to be a member of the Student Union Executive Board. This board has only like 7 or so people on it who decide what happens to the $8million+ of Activity Fee payments. That could prove to be really impressive for a resume and may even provide a foothold if I decide to go into Investments or something. Also, I have been trying to improve my pool game lately. I don't really know why, but it's very soothing to me. It's like... the perfect game. As long as you can really get an understanding of physics, then you can be a terrific player. I probably will end up getting a pool table in my house when I'm older, so why not at least get the ability to play it now? Haha.

Today I happened to talk to my friend Kevin about going to India for a semester abroad, and the more I told him about what we could do, the more hyped I became. I was explaining to it that we could visit a fair amount of Northern India if we were to just stay with my family. We could go to Ludhiana, Punjab and visit my family there who have a really nice setup. My cousin Surbhi is still living there I think (college student), and it would be a nice time I think. Or, we could jet over to Haryana and visit my favorite town: Ambala Cantt. This place is amazing. I have so many cousins and get so much love whenever I go back that I cannot even imagine how I've gone almost 5 years without seeing them. It'll be nice to go back. I really miss everyone a great deal. Then, I told Kevin about one of the craziest things about India... that many NRIs end up owning houses in India. Like my dad! For a weekend we could probably go out to Dehradun (Uttranchal if you care) and stay in the 'Green Park house'. That would be amazing to have a place where we could do whatever. It could be even sweeter if we got a few people to go to India with us. It would be an amazing time seeing family and being with college friends. I am determined to make this idea happen. (Note to self: Find out how to go to India)

I hate staying up late, so I'll leave my thoughts there. Ironic that when I chose to stop writing, it was 4:20... Ironic.