I haven’t gone out to a party in Austin in a really long time. I hardly ever go out.

So last night I was feeling in the mood. I get to the club around 11. I check out the place with Pat, and we discover that we know the bartender on the third floor! He went to our high school, but he couldn’t hook us up with drinks because the TABC was in this weekend.

So I’m on the viewing platform and there are only a few people on the dance floor. There is this one fobby looking girl dancing with this Asian guy. Not a surprising scene because it was TASA’s event that night. The surprising part was that she was gettin’ really freaky and this guy is so awkward. I can see that it’s probably his first or second time dancing with a girl. That girl was getting down, bent over and shit. I said out loud, “Does anyone see this?” To which the people next to me laughed.

Let’s pause for a moment. I am going to tell you a story. It’s a story of how I’m best friends with Jonathan Vigil and Chi-Che Ma. I think I was 16 at the time. We’re rolling in Jerry’s new Rav, thinking we’re really cool. We get to a red light, and we see this cute girl about to cross the street with this guy. I don’t even remember what she looked like, I don’t even think she was cute, actually. I’d say a 7. So we already pass her, taking the left turn onto Bellaire. We are already almost to Jerry’s house when we were like “…should we go back and try to holla?” Wherefore we made a U-turn and hauled ass back into Chinatown. We went through the Welcome parking lot looking into restaurants and stores, but nothing. We went back to the same red light where we first saw the couple. We make the left onto Bellaire for a second time, and just as we’re passing Welcome again, I spot her sitting at the Metro bus stop. We pull another U-turn and get into the far right lane. The light is red, and we’re RIGHT next to the bus stop. I roll down my window and I ask, “Hey is that your man?” Both of them looked at me and didn’t say anything. I shouted again, “Is that your boyfriend!” This time, he gave me the universal finger salute for “Fuck you.” We laugh and I roll up the window, and we drive off. We were such teenyboppers, but we’ll ride till we die, son. I told Vigil about how I would blog about this, and he said, “Didn’t you blog about it already? Like on Xanga?” I went and looked through my old posts… and I found it! I talked so weird, and this was three years after I had started my Xanga. Check it out!

Back to the club later that night, I spot that fobby couple again. By now the dancefloor is packed. Please keep in mind that I didn’t have anything to drink. I wish I did, I would have done it much sooner. I work my way towards her. By the time I’m practically grinding on her, I say “Hey is that your boyfriend?” For a second, everything stops, and in the midst of the entire club, I think of my best friends. After I said this, she immediately stops dancing. Stands up. Steps next to her boyfriend. To which he put his arm around her. Right now I’m totally expecting him to give me the finger. I’m not into the whole beef on the dancefloor thing, so I say to the guy “Dude, your girl is freaky as FUCK! You gotta get on that shit!” He laughed and said something back, but I didn’t hear or care. Mainly because he absolutely has no moves, and you don’t need moves to dance at a club…

This one little incident made me think of the bonds I have with my friends. Just doing random crazy stupid shit, actin’ a total fool. We’ve been the same clique since 6th grade plus or minus a few members, but we’re in different cities, but it’s still ride till we die.

By the way, check out the new song, it’s sick as hell. Give it a listen!

I’m officially a Longhorn Confidential blogger! That doesn’t mean I’m going to abandon this blog though. I have to blog about campus related activities on there, so everything that isn’t campus related will go here! I want to make the UT blog about food and all the different places to eat here in Austin. Just some ideas, I happen to be out of those for the UT blog.These past couple days, I’ve had some serious reflections about myself. What do I want in life? What is my goal? Where do I want to go? How will I get there? What will I be like 10 years from now? How will I have changed the world?

I guess it’s why I’m here in Austin. It sounds hella cheesy, but I want to raise a family. But to do that I’m going to have to find a successful job. To do that I’m going to need to get a degree. I looked over my next three years as an aerospace engineering major, it’s nicely packed. I want to graduate and be like, “I’m a rocket scientist ;)” It’s hard to think about the rest of my life when I’ve got so much to think about in the now. I’ve met a lot of interesting new people here in Austin. Of course, I’ve made closer bonds with the people I knew back from Houston.

That’s it for now. My schedule is pretty easy going, 9:30 or 10:00 am classes everyday, I get out about 3 except the days I’ve got physics TA session or physics labs. Those are later in the evening. On the up side, I’ve only got one one hour class on Fridays. It’s just back to the daily grind of class.

Something I’ve never talked about on here is girls. Maybe I’ll feel better after typing this. For the past couple days I’ve just had this girl constantly on my mind. I met this girl over the summer. My first impression was that this girl is hella smart. She knows what she wants in life. Oh, on top of that she’s cute too. Those of you know who know me, well, I’ll just leave it at that. She’s seen the way I talk to other girls and I think she feels like she’s just another girl in my life. But that’s exactly how I don’t feel, I can’t even concentrate in class. All of my friends who have met her all approve, saying she’s very nice. I can honestly say, yeah I do like her. As the situation always is with me, I’m never sure if the feeling is quite mutual. I find that we just don’t have enough in common; I’m way too geeky, but I always find that true in any relationship or friendship. On top of that, my sense of humor is still too crude and immature to be considered a sense of humor. It’s like those times that I feel like I’m overlooking the ways that we don’t click. I just like being around her. Whenever we hang out I never think of the ways we don’t click because she’s comfortable company. She’s very outgoing and being from Austin, has tons of friends who she visits on weekends. She doesn’t live on campus so it’s hard for me to hang out with her. Right now I just don’t know what the fuck to do. Maybe I’m just tripping. I don’t know.

As summer draws to a close, summer freshmen here at the University of Texas at Austin begin slowing down and preparing for the upcoming finals. It’s everywhere you go. Besides the occassional Michael Phelps discussion, it’s all studies. These finals are important to semester averages, and ultimately, GPA. Of course, the people already doing poorly in a course are dropping classes, but for summer session, the drop deadline is much later than in fall and spring.

Like everyone else, I’ve calculated the grade I need on each of my finals to get a good grade. I need an 85 on the calculus final to maintain the A average (which is good, considering I took calculus AB in high school). The only downside is that the final is not cumulative and covers the hardest part of the semester, the part most people didn’t learn in high school. There is an optional final this Thursday, but it doesn’t need to be turned in, if it’s too hard, you can always wait till the real thing which is on Monday evening. In chemistry, the fourth exam is Thursday and the final is on Saturday. I’m most worried about this course because I need to get two A’s on both to scrape by with a B-. The final exam can be counted up to 50%, up from 30%, if I do well on the final. The lowest exam grade is also dropped, so if I get over an 80 on the exam tomorrow I should be set. It’s just sad that the numbers are against me. As for American studies, liberal arts classes never give out too many A’s. It seems like everyone in the class has a mid to high B. The final on Thursday is all short answer paragraphs. It’s just the fact that I’ve got to study important people and facts and events and themes in the Gilded Age all tonight. I’ll need an A on that final to get an A in the class.

It’s not too bad, sometimes I get a little pessimistic. I mean, getting a C in a class isn’t too bad. Some say it’s not worth it, that you should just drop. But for me, I need at least 8 hours of credit in the summer to maintain the engineering contract, and I’m enrolled in 10 right now. Even if I drop one class, that sets me at 7 hours, which isn’t enough to fulfill the requirements. It’s time to buckle down tonight. I’ve got my work cut out: thermodynamics, integrals, and the Gilded Age. I’ll be packing the Red Bull tomorrow morning…

It’s August 13th today. It’s hard to imagine that high school was only a little over two months ago. I’m jealous of everyone kicking it at home, having a good time before they all leave for college. The summer of senior year is supposed to be the most fun, no summer school or homework, no worries. In a flash, the fall semester begins in two weeks. I’m moving out of here Monday evening, going back to Houston for about a week. I can’t wait for the fall semester to start because then everyone I know will be here. And all the freshmen won’t know anything, like where certain buildings are. On the flip side, once fall starts, there goes my summer. Then it’ll be back to the day-to-day drill of school.

Hope everyone out there is enjoying summer, watching the Olympics, and having a good time.