While eating Nutella and raspberries
After playing Mafia, I tend to get suspicious about everything. Coming back to my room tonight after playing for four hours (yeah, we're hot like that), I checked my e-mail and there was this message about someone losing their keys. What if he didn't really lose his keys, I find myself wondering. Maybe it's all a ruse so that he can get you outside by the bike racks and then bludgeon you to death with a trout. I bet he's mafia.
I feel bad that I don't really do livejournal anymore. Reading about all of your lives is always a happy part of my day or week. Honestly, people think that they write too much or their lives are mudane; they aren't. I promise you that I, at least, enjoy your ramblings or quirky thoughts or even your two sentence musings.
As I say to everyone here, spring break was "nice." Really it was. Although I think it's always a little difficult to go back home. It's sad to think that I will probably never live with my family again. Suddenly they tell stories about random dinners that I'm not a part of. I remember the people that I'm missing out on. I think the hardest part for me is to suddenly realize that I don't invent people or glorify them or create beautiful figments of my imagination. The people at home that I think about and dream about are real and they honestly are that amazing.
At the same time, I talked to Danny today for about the third time this year. He told me that being at Stanford makes him realize that there's "no place like home," and that when he graduates, he can't imagine living anywhere outside of Illinois.
That just isn't true for me. College makes me want to travel the world and be fifty different things. It makes me think that everyone here right now can be great. Being here is every bit as amazing as I ever hoped it would be.
You might dismiss that as a truism, since generalities are almost never convincing. It's easy to use generic positive adjectives to describe anything, and much less persuasive than talking about that time my pwr teacher gave me a jamba juice gift card for finishing my final paper or my excitement at having SAPOLSKY teach me biology or the rush that accompanies band run followed by midnight fountaining. But the thing is that my satisfaction at being here extends into everything such that slapping a positive adjective on the whole experience seems so natural.
And Catherine and I officially decided on being roommates next year. I can't wait.
"We'll have people in our room all the time!"
"Yeah and no more waking up at 5 AM to your roommate's prayer alarm!"
"You can wake up at 10 AM on Saturdays to your roommate sleeping soundly!"
"Now when I leave the room, you won't have to leave, too!"
"Umm...I never did, Catherine."
"Right."
I feel bad that I don't really do livejournal anymore. Reading about all of your lives is always a happy part of my day or week. Honestly, people think that they write too much or their lives are mudane; they aren't. I promise you that I, at least, enjoy your ramblings or quirky thoughts or even your two sentence musings.
As I say to everyone here, spring break was "nice." Really it was. Although I think it's always a little difficult to go back home. It's sad to think that I will probably never live with my family again. Suddenly they tell stories about random dinners that I'm not a part of. I remember the people that I'm missing out on. I think the hardest part for me is to suddenly realize that I don't invent people or glorify them or create beautiful figments of my imagination. The people at home that I think about and dream about are real and they honestly are that amazing.
At the same time, I talked to Danny today for about the third time this year. He told me that being at Stanford makes him realize that there's "no place like home," and that when he graduates, he can't imagine living anywhere outside of Illinois.
That just isn't true for me. College makes me want to travel the world and be fifty different things. It makes me think that everyone here right now can be great. Being here is every bit as amazing as I ever hoped it would be.
You might dismiss that as a truism, since generalities are almost never convincing. It's easy to use generic positive adjectives to describe anything, and much less persuasive than talking about that time my pwr teacher gave me a jamba juice gift card for finishing my final paper or my excitement at having SAPOLSKY teach me biology or the rush that accompanies band run followed by midnight fountaining. But the thing is that my satisfaction at being here extends into everything such that slapping a positive adjective on the whole experience seems so natural.
And Catherine and I officially decided on being roommates next year. I can't wait.
"We'll have people in our room all the time!"
"Yeah and no more waking up at 5 AM to your roommate's prayer alarm!"
"You can wake up at 10 AM on Saturdays to your roommate sleeping soundly!"
"Now when I leave the room, you won't have to leave, too!"
"Umm...I never did, Catherine."
"Right."