Last week was full of movement. The better half of the week was spent frantically trying to get my paperwork in for my capstone/senior project. My project, a website similar to DeviantArt, is behind schedule and I’m disappointed. Actually, my entire academic life is poor, but all I have to do is focus and I’ll be fine.

Friday night I went out to dinner with a group of friends that attend NVZ every week. It was the same time as the biggest black party of the year. Missing the event damaged my standing with my friends of color who claim I “always ditch them for white people.”

Because of what happened Friday, I dedicated Saturday night to my core group of friends. We went to this nightclub that uses their dress code to limit the amount of black people in the building. For a black man to get in, he has to wear dress slacks, dress shoes, and if he is wearing jeans it cannot have any embroidery or faded material. Hats are taboo and all chains must be tucked in. For a white male, it doesn’t matter. Actually, they could completely break the code and smell like they rolled around in garbage. Every time we get past the door--when we get past the door--we feel overdressed. The night was typical until the DJ started playing songs from Ruff Ryders Vol. 2 and I got excited. Well, I got spotted and pursued by a woman who thought it was proper to put her hands in my dress pants. I was shocked, she was rejected, and my friends were entertained. After the club let out, someone suggested a house party. It wasn't bad. I met a few girls and partied with some old residents. My socializing was cut short by a silly argument that grew into a childish fight. Shortly after R and Yi broke up the fight, we left for IHOP to discuss the night. Around 5 AM I was dropped off at the dorms safe, sober, and sound. I had a decent time but I still felt like I was missing something.

Last night my residents approached me with wide eyes asking me what I was doing after I graduate in May. Vocalizing my uncertainty, I felt bad that I wasn’t telling them something significant like, “working for Microsoft” or “building web apps for MTV.” I really want to – I’m going to stop right here because I can’t figure out where I’m going with this. I’ll catch you later when my thought are clear.