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Looks like I'm heading home for the weekend. My aunt's having surgery and my mom's freaking out, so I promised I would go and do the whole supportive-daughter thing, which is fine, because I love my family, and I think that getting out of the apartment for a few days will be good.
The roomies and I had another disagreement yesterday, that ended with me calling my best friend in tears and pretty much deciding once and for all that I'm moving back into the dorms next year. I think I'm just going to spend the extra money and get a single room, though, to avoid the repeats of incidents like last night where random, drunken, Portuguese guys are beating on our door at four am because my roommate told them to "stop by anytime!" Drunk people take offers like that very, very seriously.
So yeah, driving home tomorrow after class to avoid the storms and freezing rain that's supposed to hit on Friday and not coming back until Sunday. I would have left today, but I've got quizzes and a discussion group tomorrow.
Also, this is unrelated but I want to mention it in a whiny sort-of way: It's fucking freezing. Like, seriously, I have lived in this general area for my entire life, and I do not ever remember it being this cold before. I know that everyone up north is probably laughing at all of us southerners who are freaking out because it's 30 degrees, but that's really cold to us! I don't have the right clothes for this sort of weather.
So yeah, I'm off to class then back home to do some laundry and take a nap. Fun times.
The roomies and I had another disagreement yesterday, that ended with me calling my best friend in tears and pretty much deciding once and for all that I'm moving back into the dorms next year. I think I'm just going to spend the extra money and get a single room, though, to avoid the repeats of incidents like last night where random, drunken, Portuguese guys are beating on our door at four am because my roommate told them to "stop by anytime!" Drunk people take offers like that very, very seriously.
So yeah, driving home tomorrow after class to avoid the storms and freezing rain that's supposed to hit on Friday and not coming back until Sunday. I would have left today, but I've got quizzes and a discussion group tomorrow.
Also, this is unrelated but I want to mention it in a whiny sort-of way: It's fucking freezing. Like, seriously, I have lived in this general area for my entire life, and I do not ever remember it being this cold before. I know that everyone up north is probably laughing at all of us southerners who are freaking out because it's 30 degrees, but that's really cold to us! I don't have the right clothes for this sort of weather.
So yeah, I'm off to class then back home to do some laundry and take a nap. Fun times.
I'm Setting Off On A Journey
Jan. 9th, 2010 06:22 pm...to make new people and generally reform my life.
I'm back at school, having made the trek back (driving my little sports car through the snow! She's a trooper...) after a long conversation with my mother in the wee hours of this morning.
I've spent the last year-and-a-half being pretty bi-polar with my attitudes towards college. One week I love it, the next I've taken an impromptu roadtrip to Vegas to escape from it all. My mother suggested that some of these feelings could have to do with the friends that I've made while here. I think she's right.
I'm originally from one of those little southern towns. You know the type: you make friends in kindergarten and hang on to them until graduation. Well, that's what I did. Needless to say, I got to college and had no idea how to go about meeting new people, which was the one thing that I was really excited about. So I did what every normal college kid does.
I partied. And I met those people. You know them: they never miss a kegger and they're world champions at beer pong. They're fun, but they're not studious. And I was always a low-maintenance, straight-A, drama-free sort of chick. So I was conflicted; I could have friends and go out six nights a week, or I could be a loner and a loser and have no friends but study my ass off. Freshmen year I chose option A. This year I've chosen option B. I've been miserable with both.
So I've decided to drop the old crowd. Not that some of them aren't sweethearts, but I know where I want my life to go, and I can't have what I want if I'm with them all of the time. We'll still hang, and there are no hard feelings, but I need some people who get me, both in RL, and maybe in the online world.
So this is me, starting anew. Anyone want to come along for the ride?
I'm back at school, having made the trek back (driving my little sports car through the snow! She's a trooper...) after a long conversation with my mother in the wee hours of this morning.
I've spent the last year-and-a-half being pretty bi-polar with my attitudes towards college. One week I love it, the next I've taken an impromptu roadtrip to Vegas to escape from it all. My mother suggested that some of these feelings could have to do with the friends that I've made while here. I think she's right.
I'm originally from one of those little southern towns. You know the type: you make friends in kindergarten and hang on to them until graduation. Well, that's what I did. Needless to say, I got to college and had no idea how to go about meeting new people, which was the one thing that I was really excited about. So I did what every normal college kid does.
I partied. And I met those people. You know them: they never miss a kegger and they're world champions at beer pong. They're fun, but they're not studious. And I was always a low-maintenance, straight-A, drama-free sort of chick. So I was conflicted; I could have friends and go out six nights a week, or I could be a loner and a loser and have no friends but study my ass off. Freshmen year I chose option A. This year I've chosen option B. I've been miserable with both.
So I've decided to drop the old crowd. Not that some of them aren't sweethearts, but I know where I want my life to go, and I can't have what I want if I'm with them all of the time. We'll still hang, and there are no hard feelings, but I need some people who get me, both in RL, and maybe in the online world.
So this is me, starting anew. Anyone want to come along for the ride?
Day One Of New Resolutions...
Jan. 1st, 2010 04:44 pmFailed miserably. Oh well. My New Year starts tomorrow. Yes, I think that's a good plan.
is that I see all of these people from high school. I mean, I didn't go to a huge school, and yet I know people everywhere! And usually it's people that I'd rather put out of my mind.
Like this one guy... I never really liked him. I mean, I liked him in that he was a decent guy, but I never liked him liked him in that way that is all so important in high school. And we weren't exactly friends. But he's a good-looking guy, and if we had classes together we would hang out. I'm pretty sure he liked my best friend, but nothing ever happened between them. And I always sort of thought that, if we ever got around to it, he and I would probably make a pretty decent couple, only we were never single at the same time, and he's built up quite a string of crazy ex-girlfriends that I'm not sure I really want to deal with. But more to the point, I saw him at the mall tonight. And now the thinking-of-him won't cease. I know it's stupid, because I'm home for, what, like a week, and then it's back to school, while he's staying here, but I really, really, have this nearly uncontrollable urge to call him up and ask him if he's got New Year's plans. Or Christmas plans, or Christmas Eve plans.
This kind of thing just really frustrates me. Can you tell?
And then there's those other people. Like the cool people that I always wanted to be friends with, and felt like I should have been friends with, but could just never quite penetrate their little circle. Like, I was friends with them individually, but I was never part of the "gang." And now they're still a gang!! My high school clique dissolved about two weeks after graduation, but there's about six people that are still hanging on. I mean, I guess it helps that none of them moved away or have done anything remotely interesting with their lives, but I hate it because I see them, and they all still work in that same cool clothing store that they worked at in high school, and they're still friends and I still want to be a part of it! I hate myself for that.
I also hate that, being a girl, I can't go into the local comic book store without being ogled by fat, forty-something guys. It's a serious issue, because our town has exactly one store with a decent collection of comics, and every time I go in there, I feel like the bait on an episode of To Catch A Predator. I've resorted to ordering my comics off the internet for this very reason. Unless, of course, I need a boost of self-esteem, then the comic book store is the place to go.
To end my ramblings of the night, I would like to say that, amid seeing people I would rather not see, it does amuse me to come home and find that at least one of the cheerleaders is fat and the other is pregnant and living in her boyfriend's trailer.
Every cloud has a spiteful lining.
Loves.
Like this one guy... I never really liked him. I mean, I liked him in that he was a decent guy, but I never liked him liked him in that way that is all so important in high school. And we weren't exactly friends. But he's a good-looking guy, and if we had classes together we would hang out. I'm pretty sure he liked my best friend, but nothing ever happened between them. And I always sort of thought that, if we ever got around to it, he and I would probably make a pretty decent couple, only we were never single at the same time, and he's built up quite a string of crazy ex-girlfriends that I'm not sure I really want to deal with. But more to the point, I saw him at the mall tonight. And now the thinking-of-him won't cease. I know it's stupid, because I'm home for, what, like a week, and then it's back to school, while he's staying here, but I really, really, have this nearly uncontrollable urge to call him up and ask him if he's got New Year's plans. Or Christmas plans, or Christmas Eve plans.
This kind of thing just really frustrates me. Can you tell?
And then there's those other people. Like the cool people that I always wanted to be friends with, and felt like I should have been friends with, but could just never quite penetrate their little circle. Like, I was friends with them individually, but I was never part of the "gang." And now they're still a gang!! My high school clique dissolved about two weeks after graduation, but there's about six people that are still hanging on. I mean, I guess it helps that none of them moved away or have done anything remotely interesting with their lives, but I hate it because I see them, and they all still work in that same cool clothing store that they worked at in high school, and they're still friends and I still want to be a part of it! I hate myself for that.
I also hate that, being a girl, I can't go into the local comic book store without being ogled by fat, forty-something guys. It's a serious issue, because our town has exactly one store with a decent collection of comics, and every time I go in there, I feel like the bait on an episode of To Catch A Predator. I've resorted to ordering my comics off the internet for this very reason. Unless, of course, I need a boost of self-esteem, then the comic book store is the place to go.
To end my ramblings of the night, I would like to say that, amid seeing people I would rather not see, it does amuse me to come home and find that at least one of the cheerleaders is fat and the other is pregnant and living in her boyfriend's trailer.
Every cloud has a spiteful lining.
Loves.
