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it is most definitely eight in the morning but i'm happy to report that thus far in my sleeping adventures i have remained unscathed and nightmare free. one thing i enjoy about new mexico is that there's practically free air conditioning in these parts at night and early morning. so i'm one hundred percent excited about crawling back under my covers once i clear my head or dance around the issues like i love to do, while knowing full well what it is that's bothering me or entrancing me or whichever.
i think some people's approach to life is pathetic. being in college has, more than anything, taught me that a lot of people have lifestyles i can't fathom and don't want to. but at the same time, i really do love all of my friends that are so different. i love tiny details. and it doesn't matter who you are or where you've been, i could probably love you if i was in the right mood. and i don't think that's cheap, i think it makes me a romantic with wide eyes and a bigger heart. there are, of course, exceptions. the people who just strike you incorrectly from the very first second and afterwhich, you can't shake the idea that there's nothing there you want to learn about. i have terribly few people like that. i guess the thing is, i'm excited and happy to meet absolutely anybody in the world. especially people i admire from afar, just out of sheer curiosity. i develop crushes on people i've never met, commonplace or not, and i pretend i can follow them through life and see every success and failure. it's something i know i've talked about with lauren, and she does it too. so i know i'm not alone in doing it. and as for people i admire, i'd love to meet sylvia plath, or ted hughes. because i think there was something inside of them that wasn't inside of other people. i think there are inherent connections and people who just sort of match you.
which makes me happy to go back to school and meet the massive class of freshman. apparently, oxford let too many kids in and there are like, an extra fifty in the freshman class. i have no idea how our campus is going to accommodate them. but i'm thankful i'm a sophomore and i think because of that, there's no way they'd give me a triple room. i can't imagine three people living in a regular sized oxford dorm. honestly, furniture for two people barely fits in there, three is absurd to me. but the campus will be busier and there will be more faces so i can't complain. especially since i already made friends with rob who, like me, will not be getting smashed, and will go to parties just to laugh at everybody else. and i have a feeling i'll grow close to the girls i live next to. it's just weird how you form some friendships because of proximity and others because, well, you just feel something for that person and you're willing to make do with the distance. of course, the distance at oxford is like, branham & east ----------> jolly residential center. and it's probably, oh gosh, i have no idea, but fifty feet? seriously. oxford students are the laziest ever because our campus is the size of a peanut. we'll all probably lose weight at emory which isn't a bad thing for most of us. what i hate is that our highest building has three floors and people use the elevator. HI. you just walked ten feet out of your dorm to your classroom and you can't take the stairs? plus, the stairs are quicker. i've raced many a lazy person and almost always beat them.
tomorrow's august and i'm thankful. i'm dying to get back to oxford, but not enough to make me not appreciate the days that are inbetween. i shouldn't waste them because i find fault in the location they're spent in. that's not within my control to change. oh, and yesterday, i showed charlie the one poem i wrote about him back in april which i loved and got positive responses about on my writing class conference. i was really embarrassed, but felt that at the same time, he sort of deserved to read it. he was half of the equation after all. it made him smile and that made me feel okay and i anticipate a solid good friendship between us this year. which is a relief from the never-ending confusing whatever we were stuff that happened pretty much all of last year. whitney and i have been playing phone tag for like, a week. and it makes me sad and she's coming two days later because she's got to get her wisdom teeth out before she comes. but i'm really going to finish her present today and mail it because she's got to have this live jason mraz so she can learn it and we can sing it the whole way from new mexico to georgia. i really just miss her. and heather. ohhh heather. and not to mention how much i miss mallory and running down three flights of stairs to burst into her room and talk until i actually have to breathe about whatever boy i currently hate or who just made me angry. and i miss the way she laughed and cooed at me and rubbed my hair and always understood the quotes i would bring her. and i just want to see all the faces i got so used to, whether we were friends or not, somehow it's all so comforting now. sigh.
i suggest everyone download "tonight, not again" by jason mraz, live or not, and just enjoy the riches of his voice towards the end of the song when he says, "if you should nervously breakdown when it's time for the shakedown, would you take it? it's when you cry just a little, but you laugh in the middle that you've made it. and don't it feel alright? loove, laaaa lvoeogvanevknaevlev loveelyyyy" it's probably the prettiest thing i've ever heard. i'm really excited to make a million mix cds for everybody today.
oh, and there's apparently a frog outside my room.
i think some people's approach to life is pathetic. being in college has, more than anything, taught me that a lot of people have lifestyles i can't fathom and don't want to. but at the same time, i really do love all of my friends that are so different. i love tiny details. and it doesn't matter who you are or where you've been, i could probably love you if i was in the right mood. and i don't think that's cheap, i think it makes me a romantic with wide eyes and a bigger heart. there are, of course, exceptions. the people who just strike you incorrectly from the very first second and afterwhich, you can't shake the idea that there's nothing there you want to learn about. i have terribly few people like that. i guess the thing is, i'm excited and happy to meet absolutely anybody in the world. especially people i admire from afar, just out of sheer curiosity. i develop crushes on people i've never met, commonplace or not, and i pretend i can follow them through life and see every success and failure. it's something i know i've talked about with lauren, and she does it too. so i know i'm not alone in doing it. and as for people i admire, i'd love to meet sylvia plath, or ted hughes. because i think there was something inside of them that wasn't inside of other people. i think there are inherent connections and people who just sort of match you.
which makes me happy to go back to school and meet the massive class of freshman. apparently, oxford let too many kids in and there are like, an extra fifty in the freshman class. i have no idea how our campus is going to accommodate them. but i'm thankful i'm a sophomore and i think because of that, there's no way they'd give me a triple room. i can't imagine three people living in a regular sized oxford dorm. honestly, furniture for two people barely fits in there, three is absurd to me. but the campus will be busier and there will be more faces so i can't complain. especially since i already made friends with rob who, like me, will not be getting smashed, and will go to parties just to laugh at everybody else. and i have a feeling i'll grow close to the girls i live next to. it's just weird how you form some friendships because of proximity and others because, well, you just feel something for that person and you're willing to make do with the distance. of course, the distance at oxford is like, branham & east ----------> jolly residential center. and it's probably, oh gosh, i have no idea, but fifty feet? seriously. oxford students are the laziest ever because our campus is the size of a peanut. we'll all probably lose weight at emory which isn't a bad thing for most of us. what i hate is that our highest building has three floors and people use the elevator. HI. you just walked ten feet out of your dorm to your classroom and you can't take the stairs? plus, the stairs are quicker. i've raced many a lazy person and almost always beat them.
tomorrow's august and i'm thankful. i'm dying to get back to oxford, but not enough to make me not appreciate the days that are inbetween. i shouldn't waste them because i find fault in the location they're spent in. that's not within my control to change. oh, and yesterday, i showed charlie the one poem i wrote about him back in april which i loved and got positive responses about on my writing class conference. i was really embarrassed, but felt that at the same time, he sort of deserved to read it. he was half of the equation after all. it made him smile and that made me feel okay and i anticipate a solid good friendship between us this year. which is a relief from the never-ending confusing whatever we were stuff that happened pretty much all of last year. whitney and i have been playing phone tag for like, a week. and it makes me sad and she's coming two days later because she's got to get her wisdom teeth out before she comes. but i'm really going to finish her present today and mail it because she's got to have this live jason mraz so she can learn it and we can sing it the whole way from new mexico to georgia. i really just miss her. and heather. ohhh heather. and not to mention how much i miss mallory and running down three flights of stairs to burst into her room and talk until i actually have to breathe about whatever boy i currently hate or who just made me angry. and i miss the way she laughed and cooed at me and rubbed my hair and always understood the quotes i would bring her. and i just want to see all the faces i got so used to, whether we were friends or not, somehow it's all so comforting now. sigh.
i suggest everyone download "tonight, not again" by jason mraz, live or not, and just enjoy the riches of his voice towards the end of the song when he says, "if you should nervously breakdown when it's time for the shakedown, would you take it? it's when you cry just a little, but you laugh in the middle that you've made it. and don't it feel alright? loove, laaaa lvoeogvanevknaevlev loveelyyyy" it's probably the prettiest thing i've ever heard. i'm really excited to make a million mix cds for everybody today.
oh, and there's apparently a frog outside my room.