After three months of what I call bitch work (aka school), my 1 month and half winter vacation is very much needed. What better to do in the next month and a half but travel to the other side of the country?. The foreign land I call the West Coast.... Everyone knows that New York is a winter wonderland when it comes to December and January...Let me tell you, I hate the cold. All though it hasn't snowed, the weather have caused my nuts to be little Popsicles (or nut-sicles to be more proper) so I'm trading east coast Iceland for west coast Californian palm trees....Hell Yeah!!!
Its a tradition for every American to watch the ball drop in times square in new years eve every year in TV, watching all the huge crowds and thinking what kind of idiots would be dumb enough to stand for 12 hours straight in times square to be pushed and shoved by other people just to watch a descending ball...I'm that idiot who stood 12 hours for a ball to drop.But hey it was an experience i will never forget...Originally I was planning a normal New Years full of eating, and drunken buffoonery as usual (my parents, not me...) but that all changed when my best friend Catherine called that she was coming to NY to see the ball drop in New Years Eve and she wanted me to come with her!
This is what my life has been waiting for...Yesterday I turned 18. Finally I'm an adult (that means that when I commit a crime, i can go to jail now...). Usually when a birthday this big a big party would ensue. But since of school (friggin college) and work I have regulated to celebrating my birthday on a Sunday night (where the real fun happens since theirs absolutely no school the next day...AWESOME). So my birthday was regulated to working at my job.
Large lecture halls suck (especially the ones that have about 900 kids...That's psychology 100 for you). Its even worst when your learning about absolutely nothing. When I go to my psychology class, I don't think of it as a "class" per say, but a great social event to meet new people. Its been about a month into the school year and I have learned exactly nothing about psych (well except birds...If you ask me on how birds have sex, then I'm your go to guy). So basically every time I go to psych I hangout with my newly acquired friends and we sit all the way in the back of the balcony of the lecture hall (the best place to eat really smelly Chinese food in my opinion...I would know, I've done it a couple of times). So on just a random day of school, my friends and I decided to sit on the first row of the balcony since our usual spot on the back was taken over by a large group of hippies (ones that look like they smoke a lot of weed).