I've been going to College for almost 2 years now and it never fails. You wear what you were wearing all of highschool - those jeans with the huge knee holes, those dirty slip-on vans, those silly video game shirts - and everyone stares at you like you did some major fashion faux pas (foh-pah).

When did College suddenly command I wear a vest and fedora? When did I suddenly need to act like some sophisticated assclown? But for that matter, when did I start caring?

Not long ago, I had a fight with my friend Matt and we stopped talking to each other for a few months. It was over something stupid, believe me and it /was/ my fault. Well I met his cousin, Zach, in College and we started talking and, of course, I'd drive the conversation to Matt so I could release some steam.

Later, I went to Matt's house, uninvited and made amends. We've been good friends since. But I did let something slip, I asked him if what Zach said was true.

Well my car broke down in early March and I was walking to the school to try and find Kyla when Zach leaned out the window, "HEY!" He yelled while giving me the bird. He knew it was me, there's no mistake. Who else wears a green Triforce Zelda jacket?

I asked Matt and he hasn't said anything...So...wtf happened? I've been nice to Zach, even after that day, but I think he's been spreading lies about me all around. I've gone to some of his public readings and heard what he wrote. I tried to tell him it was really good and just how I'd like to write but he blew me off.

Then...I was at WalMart shopping for salsa ingredients when I saw an old Philosophy Rival (the friendly kind) from English 102, Torin. He had some other kids I knew too...only they looked at me like I was some sort of bug beneath them. Torin was still friendly and we said hi but still.

So I don't know if its my fashion sense (and who gets dressed to go to WalMart?) or if Zach has been calling me a dick behind my back but this High School drama that never ends, needs to end.

We're adults. I think we're mature enough to talk these things through.

In other words, Monster Hunter 3, and I still wear shitty pants and old video game shirts.