I heart Nick

For real though, Nick's one of my best friends here at Penn State. I'm grateful for having lived in the same hall as him, because I honestly wouldn't have met him otherwise. I know, this sounds ridiculously sexually questionable, but I'm making a point.

The point is: it's good to have good friends. Close friends. Who are you without someone close to you? You're yourself, that's true, but what's the point in being alive if you don't live a little and with someone to share that experience with to boot.

My roommate Chris, is one of my best friends from high school. We weren't even that great of friends until our junior year, and still were not that close until the summer before college. So, when people told us "you two are just going to despise each other or grow apart", we laughed, because we had a different bond to begin with. We went to college becoming great friends, so we learned to deal with each other during the entire first semester, which pretty much ended yesterday.

And I actually met Nick at the beginning of the semester, but I just thought (being in the honors hall) he was just some other "nerd" or "geek" who wasn't going to be social enough for me (because Chris and I already didn't fit in with everyone) to really have anything in common with. Funny thing is, we didn't even start hanging out until about halfway through the semester! Though, and this is gay, we immediately "clicked" because we just instantly made up inside jokes on the spot, and that's what any real friendship is about, insider-stuff.

Then there's our suitemates, Andy and Vince, who also happened to be friends from their respective high school. For the first week or so, we didn't really associate except for move-in day and the occasional bumping-into-each other-in-the-kitchen/bathroom. Chris had conversed maybe twice with them and assumed "they're cool, I guess" until he left me for a weekend. Shit, I had nothing at all to do. So I walked over and started talking to them. Turns out they were just like Chris and I, socially lost in an unsocial environment. So the three of us went out looking for things to do. Eventually, we came back to the dorm without having done anything at all. No parties and no fun. Day by day we associated more until the four of us became great roommates and friends. Then "Wicked Wednesdays" happened every week, since we couldn't find the fun, we brought the fun to us. Then Nick joined the fray; then the semester ended and now I am upset that I'll be gone for a few weeks.

It's all good though.

I can look forward to good memories being made with good friends.

Testing...

So, I already know this is going to work; clearly, as this site is the number one ranked in popularity on the Google-page. But, I just want to use this as an excuse for a first "test" blog...so to speak.

Here's a poem, as I will do this frequently.

The Darkness and Them

They look like darkness.
They do not embrace it though.
It has not yet encompassed them,
but I fear they will not know;
they won't know when they meld,
the darkness and them.

It's ironic because when they walk in darkness,
they do so with their heads held high,
their noses skyward with pride
and their eyes open wide.
And when the light shows them beauty,
unveils the color of the world and
banishes the darkness,
they sink their heads down.
Their noses hide in the earth
and their eyes are blinded by glorious truth.
It's just ironic
tha they embrace the darkness
and cower in the light.