This is Week Five?

Another week has come and gone...this is the start of the sixth week of school. Exams for me have started, and its been as crazy as ever. With all the craziness, there have been mixtures of hurt and lonliness as well. Lately, I have been spedning more time with nursing friends and Rosary group friends than the friends I made freshman year...I don't think its such a big deal, but then again when two of your roomies are completely ingnoring you and not including you things, it kind of hurts....and not just a little...alot. We're in college people...the backstabbing bitching, and reminiscing about previous days in high school needs to stop...I'm not saying I don't like to have a good time...trust me I do, but the whole entire party scene in my opinion is way lame..I'd rather go to a bar and have a few, then go to some lame ass party, where half the people are schwasted by the time you get there and mostly everyone is under the age of 21...The immaturity is what kills me...she said that he said...whatever...I'm 22 and I'm going to act like I'm 22...not like I'm 16...that was 6 years ago. This is what week five brought...week five of my 6th semester of college....I havent cried so much, since I can't remember when and I'm pretty tired of crying....I feel outcasted and alone and like I don't have anything in common with some people anymore...and maybe I don't...I feel like I'm on some opposite end of the specturm here, and I 'm not about to try and explain what its like to those that just don't get it, becasue no amount of screeming or crying to them would ever change their perspective...So I get the crap thrown in my face about how I'm never in the apartment, and how they're doing so and so with who and who this weekend or how there always seems to be a gathering in the living room nightly and I'm trying to study and I just leave it and go to the lib...Part of me thinks it's some sort of payback for going out with people who they don't know or haning out with those that they do know, but aren't friends with...its lame either way...Life isn't measured in the parties you attended or how many friends you have kept...its measured by what you yourself get out of it...there's meaning in what you are called to do and when you find it, everything else just fades away...