It's Two AM, I Must Be Crazy

Hopefully this will be my last post before my new computer arrives later this week, or early next week. As for the old computer, I just don’t want to talk about it right now.

It’s two am, I’m not all that tired for some reason, and I cannot fall asleep. It’s hot here this evening. To all of those of you everywhere else in the world other than Malibu, No, I certainly don’t believe that it’s hotter here than it is there, but you see, ya’ll probably are sleeping like babies, all tucked up in your sheets enjoying a little thing called Air-conditioning as I lay here sweating, trying to convince myself that the wetness I feel from my sweat beading up on my forehead is actually ice or something. That whole mind over mater thing never really worked out well for me. Anyway, with the inability to sleep I find myself with the opportunity to use my roommate’s computer while he dozes soundly, and my mind turns to random musing rather than anything particularly coherent or enlightening for this post. As I held the door open for a friend of mine as we were walking into the Sandbar today at the same time, she remarked how southern I was that I always held the door for her. Now, I always considered that as something that you just do, regardless of where you’re from, but that’s a rant for another day. What it got me thinking about was my tendency to try to be able to work with all groups of people, while still remaining fairly outside their stereotype. Note strongly here that I say their stereotype, as I most certainly always tend to perpetuate some stereotype. For example, in California, I tend to play the role as Southern, Texan, significantly less wealthy individual. People view me as blunt, sometimes abrasive, but just generally honest, and that doesn’t always work out in my favor. What is strange to me though is the fact that when I’m in Texas people tend to view me as quite acclimated to a California life style. I honestly believe that my accent is quite a bit stronger in many situations out here at Pepperdine than it ever was at home. Why do I do this? I have no idea. In all honesty, it’s not even a conscious distinction I make. I guess it’s just the physical manifestation of my desire to go everywhere, but never actually completely fit in. I don’t want to be just another anything. Is that good? Is that bad? I don’t know yet…. Ask me in 20 years.

I’m sure there is an abundance of grammatical errors and erroneous arguments in the above statement. This is my disclaimer for this evening: I don’t care. The entire point of this is merely to get something up here after my absence. I assure you, there will be more to come in the next few weeks which, I hope, will be much more interesting and, perhaps even shocking??? Who knows… I haven’t let out a good political rant in a while and my Poli Sci class combined with producing Cultureshock FM again has given me significant fuel for the fire. Stay tuned, you never know what will happen next.