Barely strapped in for this air conditioned drive

Barely strapped in for this air conditioned drive

Here's one more post for before it's November.  I think October might be one of my favorite months.  Last night was the Lady Danville/Lenka/Jack's Mannequin concert and I was in the front row and it was amazing and fantastic and gorgeous and I wish I could live it over and over again.  Right now I should go to sleep but I don't want to, so I'm going to write about how my mom is coming for parents' weekend on Friday, and about how she's going to take me and Em and Rache and Kev out for breakfast on Saturday.  Tuesday is my bio midterm and I'm trying not to stress because that won't really do me any good, and it's going to start getting really cold soon and I need a warmer coat, and I think someone who lives above my just dumped something out the window.

Tomorrow:  breakfast, bio, dinner, more bio, sleep, Monday.

Maybe we were made for each other

Maybe we were made for each other

I've been reading a lot about introvertedness online and I'm learning that certain things about me are just the way they are because that's the way I am, and also that for every six hours I spend with people, I need almost double that amount of time by myself recharge so I can repeat the cycle.  What I can't seem to learn via the internet is how to be an introvert when there's an extrovert living six feet away from me.

So I'm watching a show I don't care too much about yet and I'm sitting on a smelly couch and I want to call my mom but I left my phone in my room and don't want to go back in there to get it.  Tomorrow I'm going to go to breakfast and then I'm going to spend all day in the library, doing the homework that I could've done today but didn't.  But now I want to write and sleep and be alone and that's really hard to do here and I think it'll be really good to have a single next year.

Where are you now

Where are you now

Good things:
1. Long conversations with my roommate
2. Jack's Mannequin concert tickets
3. Meeting other nerdfighters on campus
4. Finishing the rough draft of my hum paper much earlier than I expected to
5. Decorating the hallway
6. Floreigners, Chocolate Milk Boy, Cell Phone Sam, "Do you live in Sholz?" Monty, etc.
7. Attempting to catch flies in my hand
8. Feeling sleepy at night
9. Whoever is playing the piano right now
10. The ukelele-playing boy who lives above me.

Tore up like your baby blue jeans

Tore up like your baby blue jeans

Things I am not doing right now include:  sleeping, thinking about how much I miss my puppies, pushing back my comforter even though it's slightly too warm for it right now, putting away all that things that have accumulated on my desk in the last two days.  Today we went to Safeway and I did my laundry and we made Starry Night brownies and where else would I have met anyone who would've been willing to make Starry Night brownies with me?  It's really hard to get used to being here and I like it despite the fact that I expected too much from it and expected it to be a complete and total departure from high school, because it definitely isn't.  But it's really weird now to think about high school, because it really does feel like it was so long ago.  Even though it wasn't.  Does that make any sense?  Some days I feel like a little kid, and then on other days I can't believe how really really old I am.

I didn't call my parents today, for the first time in a few days, not even to tell them that I watched last week's "Doctor Who" or that I picked up my prescription or that we made Starry Night brownies.  I'm not even sure that my mom would care that we made Starry Night brownies.  She'd pretend to care, I guess.  Is that part of being a mom?

Oh, and:  I am going to the Jack's Mannequin concert.  As in, this is happening.  I am making this happen.    And what's bizarre to me is that I've met people who are legitimately interested in going not just because they like concerts or have never been to one (hi Emma) but because they appreciate music and talent and genius and smart people are just so refreshing after spending four years spending time surrounded by people who still sound out words when they read.  Obviously that's a hyperbole.  Mostly.

With her heart heavy still

With her heart heavy still

I just got home from Briana's, where we ate dark chocolate covered pretzels and looked at yearbooks from middle school and talked about books and tumblr and right now I'm listening to Jack's Mannequin and I have this headache that I'm pretty sure is the resurgence of the one I woke up with this morning.  My roommate messaged me on Facebook and said that our room has orange walls and purple doors and I think that next year is going to be full of headaches, and also, holy crap, I'm going to college on Wednesday.  My love affair with pop-tarts has reached this point where I am seriously considering emailing my HA and asking her if there is a toaster on our floor.  Is that ridiculous?  I'm pretty sure it's ridiculous.

The other day when I was packing my books, I flipped through The Elements of Style and I saw a note about how you're not supposed to use too many qualifiers, but I very much kinda a lot enjoy qualifiers.  And so I'm going to use them all over the place if I want to.  Because how else am I supposed to express that I really kind of have no idea what I'm talking about?