Three kegs on the wall and spiritual philosophy

Isn't it strange how our tastes change as we get older? Or maybe it isn't even that, it's just another point to isolate ourselves and say "I am different than you because..." I just came home early from a keg party where everyone was drunk, or has been for the last two days straight. But, then again, its hard to talk spiritual philosophy with someone while they are doing their third keg stand. It was just one of those billboards that shoots down from the sky and hits you right in the pit of the stomach and you realize you really shouldn't be here, that this just isn't you. And then you get nauseaous and head for the nearest large opening.

So we are really going to focus this week and get the shit together to move up to Albuquerque. I am meeting with three possible new roomies for the Spring semester - all who are musicians, which may prove problematic during finals, but also may be soothing, just having noise and music all the time. But, I've met two of them and seem like pretty responsible nice guys. And, they have a three legged cat named Sophie that has some type of intestinal infection, but is totally cute and has constant flatulants. Plus its an awesome house. Two stories, artistic and there is a hot tub in the back yard. Gold star. Well, eye lids are getting heavy so am heading to bed. See how it all goes tomorrow.