Explaining Baseball to someone who knows nothing about it is... *SIGNIFICANT PAUSE* interesting.
So, it stopped raining yesterday. I can actually go outside now and not drown. Do you have any idea how happy this makes me?? I can go outside and DO stuff and wear NICE clothes and be COMFORTABLE and NOT eternally wet. 8D
Yesterday was karaoke night at the Stein restaurant/lounge/thing we have on campus. And first, it very much did not escape my attention that we were in Stein. (I AM A PERVERT FOREVER. 8D) But then also... I was the first solo singer doing karaoke there. There were a bunch of groups of people who had gone, and then there was me and my newly found and growing and shifting but still awesome group of friends and we all did YMCA together, and I thought there were a few more people, but as it turns out, I went up right afterwards. I sang "And I'm Telling You I'm Not Going," from Dreamgirls. You know, the Jennifer Hudson song. I won't say that I rocked it, because it was a karaoke thing, and I totally screwed up, like, a third of the notes. But that being said... it still wasn't as awful as it could have been, singing wise. And since it was such a... showstopper kind of song, it was epic doing it for everyone there. And now, even the day after, people keep coming up to me, asking if I'll join one of the acapella groups on campus, or just telling me that I sang really well last night. I feel famous. It's awesome. :D
Classes started yesterday, and they're pretty sweet. I have one huge lecture class- my Intro to Psych class- but it's still really interesting, and the teacher tries to make it as interactive as she can, so it's all good. And then there's my Spanish class where, honestly, I think I may have to move up a level. I think the level I'm signed up for now is just too easy, and that's... weird. I mean... I suck at Spanish, and foreign languages in general. But there you are. And I also had my Defining Satire class yesterday as well, and for the second half of the class, we had to do a writing diagnostic essay about satire, and... I ended up staying an extra 15 minutes, just so I could finish up what I was writing. I mean, once I got started on Family Guy and The Daily Show and The Colbert Report... I just really went off about them. In a good way. But I did. So when I finally got up to give my teacher the essay (I was one of the last two people to leave, by the way) I just handed it to him and was all "...I'm sorry." XD
I haven't had my Intro to Theater class yet ... but I'm still signed up to audition for the fall musical, and I am excite. Just sayin'.
Also... I know that I used to talk about how I wanted a boyfriend incessantly, but... it's changed now. Especially after my last... ah... romantic foray in which I utterly screwed up, I just don't want a romantic relationship with anyone currently in my life. By which I mean, someone who I see on a daily basis, or something similar. And yet... I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know how I'm doing it... and it could just be me being concieted and thinking mostly of myself again. But... I think two of the guys in my new friend group like me. And... I don't want them to! They'd be awesome friends, but that's all I want! But now, just... ugh. I just wish I knew what I'm doing right... and how I can stop it. (Yes, incidentally, I do realize just how awesome of a problem this is. It's the kind of problem I would have loved just a few years ago. But... it is still a problem. And I want it to go away.)
One more thing here, and then I'll wrap up... because it's lunchtime, and I just realized that I haven't eaten for nearly 24 hours now aside from half of a potato with butter (which was wonderfully craptastic), and a few Skittles and M&Ms, so I should go eat. But... I don't know what to think about my roommates. They're both really, really sweet. They do care about being nice to those around them- if one of us is asleep, they'll be really quiet so as not to wake them up. And while we are a little communal with our stuff, they know not to be over the top, what's-yours-is-mine-since-we're-living-together. But... we have such different interests. Really, it's the two of them and me that have different interests. They're both fairly girly- refuse to go out without makeup on, constantly leave their flat iron and hair curler plugged in because they use them on a regular basis, etc. One of them also wants to pledge to a sorority, and while the other isn't sure, they're both out at frat parties every night. And they're not bad about them. They don't come home drunk, and they always invite me to go with them... like, they genuinely want me to be there. They're not pressuring, but whenever I give a reason why not to go to one, they try to help me find a way around my problem. But... I'm just not into that. And while they're both really nice and everything... I just never know what to say to them. The two of them will start talking about some frat party, or some guys there, or something about hair products and... I mean, the most I ever do with my hair is put it into a ponytail. Maybe for special occassions I'll blow-dry and/or straighten it, but... that's really rarely. And I'm just not all that into the frat scene. I would hypothetically consider pledging, but I honestly am not even close to 100% sure. And sometimes... I feel awkward, since I want to be close to them, but I just... have no idea what to say.
I suppose I should shut up about that one. I could have so many worse problems with my roommates. But... just because it's not that bad a problem doesn't mean that it isn't one.
Does that make any sense? Or is that just the lack of nutrients speaking? Yeah, I'm gonna go eat now. XD