Six degrees of Bob Hoskins, anyone?
The view from the living room window in my new apartment is a rather dull display of the Central Campus parking lot and a bit of a patio/grassy knoll...but when I sit on the window seat with the sunlight streaming in, my hands running up and down the awesome texture of Colleen's delightful aloe plant, I feel so ridiculously content. Living in central kicks far more ass than I imagined it would...although the overall futuristic style and decor of the building makes me feel like I'm on Star Trek or a Zenon movie, I am completely enamored by it all...our living room is slowly being taken over by poster randitions of famous paintings, our fridge is stocked with foodage, and I have donned a canopy over my bed...enough said. Everyone I loved to see last year lives here, and new friends I've made after an amazing summer of HAT and Tommy are here too...and those who live elsewhere are still not far away. It's such a contrast to last year just walking down the street...this time last year, I hardly knew anyone, but this year I constantly bump into people I know on my walks to class and am filled with that awesome contentment of knowing where I am and feeling like I belong. I'm feeling good about this year...incredibly good...we're talking some serious goodness on the scale of good, here...bah, that was so uncreative. Oh, well. I'll blame that on the fact that I'm distracted by one of my favorite movies at the moment..."Meet me in Montauk," bitches!
Since our heroine has returned to school, she has enjoyed and/or endured a number of different activities and antics such as:
-pulling an allnighter watching Are You Afraid of the Dark on You Tube
-getting slightly damaged posters for free
-spending tons of money on books and food and suffering slight heart failure over it
-Having my head spinning with brilliance after my Acting II class
-Cheating the system of foriegn language credits by taking French 1...although I made it to French 4 in high school, that doesn't mean I remember it...alors, c'est la vie!
-Sake and ghost stories
-Getting kicked out of my Costume Workshop class...for wearing SANDALS...go figure...god forbid I drop a fucking needle on my exposed feet...hahaha only I could manage such a ridiculous removal from class
-Finding a lost mummy in a Tomb for Jillian's 20th!
-Eating delicious vegan food and getting wasted for Damien's 19th
-Visits from Cuccamonga and Waymface!
Theres banana chocolate cake sitting on the table right now...winking me in the face...I hate living with people who can cook/bake...wait a second, no I don't!
I hang out with alot of smokers...the smell of cigarettes never particularly bothered me, but I'm so used to it that I'm actually starting to like it...I will not start buying them I will not start buying them...
::random psychoanalyzation...skip reading if desired:: I've decided two things about myself upon my new year at SSC:
1. Sometimes I lie...not intentionally to hide things from people or to impress people that don't know me...it's just a weird habit. Like when someone asks me if I've heard of a band that I haven't heard of, I'll say I have heard of them totally without thinking about it. I never mean to do it...it just happens, and it's stupid. Kinda like senior year when I told Novack I knew how to use a coffee maker...that ended in humiliation and wet coffee grounds. Note to self: cut the shit.
2. As much as I don't want it to be true, I really am a spoiled only child. Certain people and instances have inadvertently made me arrive at this conclusion...I don't pay for car insurance, I keep my car on campus, I'm living at school in a single within an apartment a town away from my hometown...it kind of makes me feel guilty...I want to have to work for a nice place to call my own...this all seems kind of surreal living in Central just because I'm not paying rent or utilities...it's basically like playing house. I just hope that once I get a job I can save up enough money to get a nice place to call my own and know that I've worked toward it
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J'adore Le Fabuleaux Destin d'Amelie Poulain et Le Soleil éternel de l'Esprit Immaculé...Bonsoir mes amies!
Since our heroine has returned to school, she has enjoyed and/or endured a number of different activities and antics such as:
-pulling an allnighter watching Are You Afraid of the Dark on You Tube
-getting slightly damaged posters for free
-spending tons of money on books and food and suffering slight heart failure over it
-Having my head spinning with brilliance after my Acting II class
-Cheating the system of foriegn language credits by taking French 1...although I made it to French 4 in high school, that doesn't mean I remember it...alors, c'est la vie!
-Sake and ghost stories
-Getting kicked out of my Costume Workshop class...for wearing SANDALS...go figure...god forbid I drop a fucking needle on my exposed feet...hahaha only I could manage such a ridiculous removal from class
-Finding a lost mummy in a Tomb for Jillian's 20th!
-Eating delicious vegan food and getting wasted for Damien's 19th
-Visits from Cuccamonga and Waymface!
Theres banana chocolate cake sitting on the table right now...winking me in the face...I hate living with people who can cook/bake...wait a second, no I don't!
I hang out with alot of smokers...the smell of cigarettes never particularly bothered me, but I'm so used to it that I'm actually starting to like it...I will not start buying them I will not start buying them...
::random psychoanalyzation...skip reading if desired:: I've decided two things about myself upon my new year at SSC:
1. Sometimes I lie...not intentionally to hide things from people or to impress people that don't know me...it's just a weird habit. Like when someone asks me if I've heard of a band that I haven't heard of, I'll say I have heard of them totally without thinking about it. I never mean to do it...it just happens, and it's stupid. Kinda like senior year when I told Novack I knew how to use a coffee maker...that ended in humiliation and wet coffee grounds. Note to self: cut the shit.
2. As much as I don't want it to be true, I really am a spoiled only child. Certain people and instances have inadvertently made me arrive at this conclusion...I don't pay for car insurance, I keep my car on campus, I'm living at school in a single within an apartment a town away from my hometown...it kind of makes me feel guilty...I want to have to work for a nice place to call my own...this all seems kind of surreal living in Central just because I'm not paying rent or utilities...it's basically like playing house. I just hope that once I get a job I can save up enough money to get a nice place to call my own and know that I've worked toward it
::End scene::
J'adore Le Fabuleaux Destin d'Amelie Poulain et Le Soleil éternel de l'Esprit Immaculé...Bonsoir mes amies!