Productivity Has Hit an All-Time Low

Finally caved a got an iPhone right before I came back to Stonehill.  I can feel my GPA plummeting every time I pull it out of my pocket.  Should just change my major to Temple Run with a minor in Angry Birds...

And just when I didn't think it could get any worse my girlfriend showed me this today.

http://iwastesomuchtime.com/on/?i=8057

I'm Not Usually One for Proverbs, But...

Conversation at dinner the other night gave me the idea for this post.  "You can't judge a book by its cover" has to be one of the most overused sayings of all time.  But if you look at how my close group of friends came together, it actually has a lot of relevance.

Being completely honest, I hated my three closest guy friends when I first met them.  Two of them were dickheads who introduced themselves with self-given nicknames, and the other was "that guy" who knows everyone and wore nothing but American Eagle button-downs.  Go figure those three would go on to become my roommate and my two other closes friends at school...

So I guess what I'm trying to say is just because a saying is old and played out doesn't mean it loses its meaning.  I can't speak for everyone, but if you look at your inner circles of friends I'm sure there's at least one who you began with a bad impression of.  Three guys who I wanted nothing to do with ended up being like brothers to me, same thing could happen to you.      

Feels Good to Be Home

After 3 1/2 months galavanting around Europe, it definitely feels good to be home.  Yeah I'm bored as fuck most of the time, but there's so many small luxuries that are so good to have again.  Things you don't even tend to realize until you dont have them anymore.  For example...

1. My Own Bed - I don't think I've ever slept as well as I did my first night back in America.  Probably helped that I had been up for about 40 straight hours that point either.  Finally I didn't have to curl up in a ball to fit in my bed.  People in London don't seem to feel the need to make beds for peole over 6 ft: my feet were always hanging off the end.  Nicest surprise to come home to...new memory foam pad on my bed.
2. A Stocked Fridge/Pantry - For about the last month in London, we barely had any food in our apartment.  And for some reason every time I walked into the kitchen I'd still always open the fridge to see if we had anything good.  Being able to open the fridge and actually having something other than beer is a comfort.
3. No Time Difference - No longer do I have to think about what time it is at home when I talk to people.  Everyone's on the same time as me.
4. High-Def TV - No more sitting around watching football on my computer on Sundays.  Coming back to HDTV makes me feel like I've been watching TV without my contact in for 3.5 months.
5. Driving - Can't tell you how excited I was to be able to drive again.  Nothing beats being able to cruise around obnoxiously blasting music.
6. Sleeping In - In London the only day I got any sleep was Wednesday.  Being able to sleep in everyday is a godsend. 
7. Being Able to Look Like a Bum - Having work three times a week, along with everyone around you always looking like a million bucks means you can never bum aroundin sweatpants or a sweatshirt.  That's pretty much all I've worn since I got home.
8. A Dishwasher - Pretty self-explanatory....

I'm definitely having London withdrawals, the height of which was finding two pounds in a jacket pocket last night.  But on the whole I'm glad to be home.  Seriously I'm bored as fuck though, time to get back to Stonehill.