But it doesn't have you. I like it best when you are never more than a hundred feet from me. Call me clingly, but it's true.
And it doesn't have the rest of you, for that matter! If I already miss everyone, how will I go for 5 more weeks??
I'm doing that thing, where when people say things, I am infuriated.
Oh Lord, forbid anyone touch me.
I'm ready to go home.
So of course I'm writing a 15.
Meaning, there is officially no music, at all, on MTV, the Music Television channel.
Think they'll change the name? Suggestions?
( The Beastie Boys were in my dining hall!)
It now makes me angry and frustrated.
Is this permanent?
I've played for twelve years just to stop liking it?
... :-/
Dear Kayla,
It is not okay to skive off doing your homework for two nights in a row in favor of surfing facebook, watching fallout 3, playing Zelda and spending time with your boyfriend even though he is amazing. You are here to learn, you are smart and you worked hard to get here. Don't flake out now, you have too much to accomplish.
Love,
Kayla
Me: "I was thinking about ankylosauruses earlier, and I thought, they're so damn wise."
"I wish I had a doppelganger! I wonder if she would be the evil or nice one?"
-Amanda F
I was trying, but all I could come up with is how much I hate Bush.
25 Lessons Learned in the First Five Weeks:
1. You are such a great person, and I am never going to let people say otherwise, to tooth and nail.
The Hookah Bar: Hey, remember when your relationship was irreparably damaged by me?
Me: yeah.
The Hookah Bar: I know a new trick: now I do it pre-emptively!
Me: Thanks a lot, asshole.
Here I am, eh?
After all the thinking and applying and agonizing and packing and angst, I'm here.
And I pretty much adore it.
I think I took too much stock in stories I had heard in the past about college... the people are boring and disengaged and stupid, the rooms are unlivable, the food is inedible... but I don't believe a word of it.
This is the first time in three if not four years that I have actually felt friendly. As high school ended, I had four absolutely amazing wouldn't-trade-for-the-world best friends. But now, it's different. I have literally not met one new person here who I do not like. Think about that, think about who is saying that! We all know I am a huge bitch! Or at least I tend to despise the masses. But here, the masses are not half bad. I've got about ten friends who I could spend infinite time with, and would if we didn't force ourselves to go to bed at the end of the night. We've talked politics, philosophy, TV, sex/drugs/alcohol and played with photo booth for an hour at a time. We mock the misery that was PlayFair, we laud our seminar class (mine's Buffy!) and generally, it's pretty amazing. Not only do I feel great surrounded by all this, but I actually think I am getting -healthier-, rather than fatter as most freshmen get.
So scheduling was sort of like the nuclear winter. When you are literally the last group of 20 to register for classes, out of a class of 1100 into classes that hold about 20 people, the only things left for us are the cockroaches, so to speak. Thanks to some tricky fanangling and two amazing professors, I might have it down, but we'll see when we get to class next week...
...which I am dreading because I have no books, no computer, and not a cent with which to buy them. The Fucktarded people at Chase Loans are not to be trusted! If I'm going to be $19,000 in debt for this year alone, I had better be able to actually USE that money, doncha think???
Well, whining accomplished. I have been holed up in the computer lab long enough, (although to be fair, it is my first time on one in a week) its about time that I see if any of these fine people want to hit the Merc tonight. Toodles, and wish me luck for scary classeses!
