the honeymoon is definately over
The reality of life here is setting in. I still feel like such an outsider. Like everyone else is in on something that I don't know about, and they know it. It's starting to nag at me... it occured to me today that I wonder what would've happened if I'd stayed at Mason as an English major (with a theater minor). I just don't know what I'm doing with this whole college thing anymore. Temple's theater program > Mason's (by a LONG SHOT), but English is English and it doesn't matter where you go. And now that I'm actually involved in the department, I wish I had the free time I had when I wasn't. It drives me crazy. I wish I had the time to take a weekend trip to Fairfax to visit my roomies, and see the house, and hang out with Chris again, and fuck Patrick's brains out. But I don't have a single free weekend until November (the weekend before Thanksgiving break). I still feel like I'm in the same place that I was in when I was at Mason. I don't know where the hell it is that I belong.