Let's be frank for a moment: I'm not married, engaged nor in the process of settling down. I'm dating, but in turn still searching and wondering whom the mystery guest will be that I'll spend my years waking to every morning. I do not, however, think that Harry (Chris Cooper) thought about the true meaning of settling down when he married Pat (Patricia Clarkson).

I'm a huge procrastinator. I put off yawning sometimes, only 'cause I know it'll put me to sleep. My sink has dishes in it that haven't been washed since October. Homework and essays mean "later" or "the night before" in my world. Instead of doing what I should be doing, I sit around and collect unanswerable questions regarding life - then I yawn and go to sleep.

Wine, beer or liquor, the social lubricant of life, lets us let go of the short parts that tether us to a tangled weave of "self." We walk around sober from day to day, worried or sometimes without care, but always advancing to a momentary satisfaction. When those moments turn and face to reveal a social time when one will enjoy the company of others, one must dabble in life such as Christ and juice up a little to enjoy the exchange of thoughts, loves, hates, feelings, pasts, presents and futures.

Hi, my name is Sean and I'm a recovering Television addict. I've been doing pretty well, but you know every now and then I'll be at friend's house, or with my parents and I'll give in to an hour or two. But on my own, I've been strong and sober for what's about to float into eight months now.

Writing this, right now, as your eyes glide over and absorb my words: I'm drunk. Hammered, trashed, s**t faced, squashed, blitzed, tied on, tossed, and just down right bloody bashed. And I'm listening to m.i.a.'s Kala (a great album). It's all easy, really: two beers and a glass of wine with dinner; then a glass of champagne and another half of beer to help chase the last of my cousin's bottle of Jack Daniels.

With the new semester freshness fading in the air, I find that patience has become my "bff" for these first few weeks. With all the lines curving a mile or so for food, books, parking permits and even to speak with a teacher in order to add a class, I have to hold as much patience as humanly possible.