Home, it's trimmings and some other realizations

I got home Thursday night by train. It was just me and my laptop, watchin' movies. Ratatouille, the Kevin Smith movies and just listening to my tunes. It was just one of those alone periods that I don't get anymore. So I don't get to think about random things anymore. Once I got off that train and out of Penn Station, I just said to myself, "I'm home. ただいま”(tadaima is "I'm home in Japanese"). I'm here to savor the moments. I'm here to enjoy my time. "It's all good...in the neighborhood".

So what exactly did I miss?
Family and friends. That's kind of a no brainer as to why, so I'll skip it.

My own bathroom. Yeah. Public bathrooms? Not cool. Goin number 2 farmer style(squatting). That ain't fun. Brushing your teeth and taking a shower thinking what everyone else could have done in there. That ain't cool either. *shiver*

FOOD. OH DAMN, FOOD. I missed mom's cooking. I missed chinese food. I MISSED EDIBLE FOOD. 'nuff said.
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*Note. It's as of this point where I really don't care how people feel in response to what I write. It's my blog. I write to flesh out my thoughts. Not to please. Not to entertain. If I offend the person that the next couple of paragraphs is about, sorry, but that's how I feel. In any case, she doesn't read this thing anyway, but there are lurkers that read but don't comment. There usually are.

A few days ago(it was meant to be yesterday but I never got around to finishing this post Tuesday), I saw Kat at St. Johns. It wasn't a big deal. She was still the same. I guess all that was different was her joining a sorority. I told her that I was going to church more frequently and in response, she said, "Oh, they got you too".

It struck a chord. Here I am, finding my lot in life, going through the ropes, wondering if Christianity is the right for me and rather than giving me support, I get some crap response like its brainwashing. It may be. It may not be, but regardless, you're my friend and all I ask is a good luck or something. But I didn't get it.

I had my disliking toward the greek system. Not because of the sterotypes, but more of the certain type of people that joined them. They seemed to be the same. Somewhat fake and lacking a certain amount of depth. I had a certain amount of respect for them, though, if anything, because they do fund raising for good causes. But Kat I wasn't so sure. Joining a sorority out of boredom at St. Johns and to some pressure is a dumb reason. Jan was right. She is a robot. She let her parents dictate where she went to college and now this. Epic fail. So through all of this, I finally figured out why Gala doesn't talk to Kat as much. Be it a matter of faith or the very different values they have come to develop, it's something I'm sure. I suppose I was too optimistic, as I usually am, and hoped that this person would grow up for a change. Guess not *shrug*. I guess most people my age want to party and want to have a "good time" and I'm some big nerdy loser. So says the girl who received a pledge name of a bad birth control pill. Yeah. Stay friends? Sure. Stay close friends like we used to be? Probably not, unfortunately. These are the times we live in*sips tea*

*takes another big long sip of his tea*

Yeah. I like being a nerd or geek or w/e. The Reporter defines it rather well when the question, "What makes a geek?" is posed.

"You stay up way too late.

That's the tell-tale sign. It doesn't matter much what you're doing. You could be building your own MP3 player or painting a self-portrait or writing a novel. Maybe you're coding a sick Perl script, or perhaps you're reciting from memory the finer points of the CMYK printing process. Font design, personal website work, music composition, or stock investment. It simply does not matter. You could even be calculating the first thousand digits of Pi by hand. The act itself is irrelevant.

Geekdom is not defined by what you're doing, by how you go about doing it. It's about obsession- the little voice in the back of your head that prevents you from sleeping because you need to do this one more thing. Not for class and not for money, but for the sheer joy of it all. The hours flip to one, two, three, four, five in the morning. And, when you wake up, after having fallen asleep at your desk, you'll wipe the droll off the paper and start converting those first 1000 digits of Pi into binary, because you love math, and no one on this planet can make you think differently.

There are literally thousands of different geek breeds across the world, each embracing their respective sphere of geekery with the utmost love and respect."

And that's how I feel about myself. I'm glad I went to college, among the many that haven't yet. I'm not looking back, and I'm glad I came back to New York and finally realize that.

I'll post about homecoming later tonight, along with some more realizations that came along with the trip back to Bronx Science.

Stay safe and have a Happy Thanksgiving