Friendships.

I want to compare.

I want to compare the lives I have lived, the lives that have changed me and the lives that have made me the person that I am now.

I look at my apartment now and I love it, my mom did a good job, it screams ANDREA. Which is perfect but there is something missing. Something that makes me miss, my little dorm room on the 4th floor of GPT. I have no idea what it is, maybe its the life I was living at the time, or the stuff that I still have in storage that belonged in that room.

What ever it is I need to fix it.

I miss Florida but its certain things of the state that I miss.

I miss the beach and how on any day we would leave FAU and drive to the beach and in the matter on minutes we were there.

There are so many memories that I have in those beaches.

I still remember the fire that took us hours to burn one night. The beers we drank and then running from the cops.

Now if I think back and remember the beaches in Panama, I have no cops to make me run. I had friends that with the mix of alcohol would lead us in to problems that I can still remember. Some are hazy but there is still one I remember, even after all those tequila shots.

My best friend had come down for winter break her freshman year from Penn State and we got way too drunk and did too many things that cannot be mentioned here. Toast I love you.

I still remember setting the fire detector off with one of my roommate sophomore year in FAU.

That Italian night turned into wine more than anything and it wasn't even wine, it was a mixture between that and whatever else we had in the fridge.

Thinking about wine reminds me of sangria which reminds me off my tia Jessica. I have no idea why I associate those two things together.

I was walking back to my apartment today and I thought of Bill; the mailman in GPT. He was able to witness all the walk of shames that happened in fall of 08 and spring of 09.

I'm not talking about just mines, I'm talking about every freshman that lives in GPT.

We never realize how much the employees of universities get to witness.

If I compare this to the employees that Balboa Academy has, then wow do they have a fun job.

from seniors skipping, chivas that are misplaced in the wrong direction and the stories that go on and are talked about in those hallways--They must be happy they are there.

While I sit here thinking of these adventures and comparing my life now to the one I used to live, its different, less exciting but way more mature and promising then the one I use to live by.

So as time passes by this feeling of comparison will change.

For now. I will sit here and watch time pass by, while I continue to build a life that will change my future.