Adult Amanda will be so cool....
It is days like today, and nights like last night, that make me wish I was out of college and an actual adult, instead of just being surrounded 24/7 by people who think they are adults, but are actually self-absorbed and immature. (I promise you I'm not as bitter as this sounds. I've just had an exhausting day.) Not that I don't love college. I've always said that any time of your life where napping is not only possible, but encouraged is a winner in my book; however, I do wish I was on my own sometimes.
Last night, I went with Kelly and Natalie to Whole Foods to buy some goods to make dinner at Natalie's apartment. I, sadly, had to go to work before the actual cooking began, but the whole thing just made me want to block out a two hour span to spend grocery shopping and cooking myself the most amazing meal possible (in my own kitchen, completely by myself that is.) I think the combination of living in a room with two other people and eating crappy dining hall food for the past month has made me want my own apartment very, very badly. The thing is, I complain when I'm at home alone, then I complain when I'm at school, so I'm not quite sure what I want. I just know that I miss being in control of what I can and can't do, what I can and can't eat, when I can and can't watch my own flippin' tv.
After all this was going through my head, I went to work where I sit around and chat with a bunch of actual adults; it is always so refreshing to go to work and just have nice conversations that aren't about convincing me how I need to go out and get wasted on Friday night or getting annoyed because I'm too tired to do so.
When I got back with Kelly and Natalie, I ate a little bit, then headed down to the BU ghetto to pick up wine Kelly had someone pick up for her. During this outing, we encountered a number of loudly singing, spanish speaking Red Sox fans and a group of girls (obviously drunk) wearing pink crowns who cut in front of everyone in the T line, then wouldn't move to let anyone filter into the back of the train, causing mass congestion in the front. By the time we were riding back, I got a seat and almost fell asleep. I felt like I was 50 years old.
Finally, today I had to get up at 6AM to go volunteer for Greek Day of Service. A lot of girls got there on time with me at 6:45, but a ton of people rolled in around 8AM, did very little (read: nothing) to help set up, then left to get food, while the rest of us did all the work and did not eat until everything was done. All anyone talked about the whole time was the mixer tonight, and people kept asking me why I wasn't going. I feel like it isn't a crime to miss one mixer, because I have a ton of homework and feel like crap.
I don't know what is wrong with me today. I just feel like I'm in a funk, and I know I'm being obnoxious and pretentious, but I just can't get out of it. Sometimes, I feel like all my problems would be solved by having my own room.
Last night, I went with Kelly and Natalie to Whole Foods to buy some goods to make dinner at Natalie's apartment. I, sadly, had to go to work before the actual cooking began, but the whole thing just made me want to block out a two hour span to spend grocery shopping and cooking myself the most amazing meal possible (in my own kitchen, completely by myself that is.) I think the combination of living in a room with two other people and eating crappy dining hall food for the past month has made me want my own apartment very, very badly. The thing is, I complain when I'm at home alone, then I complain when I'm at school, so I'm not quite sure what I want. I just know that I miss being in control of what I can and can't do, what I can and can't eat, when I can and can't watch my own flippin' tv.
After all this was going through my head, I went to work where I sit around and chat with a bunch of actual adults; it is always so refreshing to go to work and just have nice conversations that aren't about convincing me how I need to go out and get wasted on Friday night or getting annoyed because I'm too tired to do so.
When I got back with Kelly and Natalie, I ate a little bit, then headed down to the BU ghetto to pick up wine Kelly had someone pick up for her. During this outing, we encountered a number of loudly singing, spanish speaking Red Sox fans and a group of girls (obviously drunk) wearing pink crowns who cut in front of everyone in the T line, then wouldn't move to let anyone filter into the back of the train, causing mass congestion in the front. By the time we were riding back, I got a seat and almost fell asleep. I felt like I was 50 years old.
Finally, today I had to get up at 6AM to go volunteer for Greek Day of Service. A lot of girls got there on time with me at 6:45, but a ton of people rolled in around 8AM, did very little (read: nothing) to help set up, then left to get food, while the rest of us did all the work and did not eat until everything was done. All anyone talked about the whole time was the mixer tonight, and people kept asking me why I wasn't going. I feel like it isn't a crime to miss one mixer, because I have a ton of homework and feel like crap.
I don't know what is wrong with me today. I just feel like I'm in a funk, and I know I'm being obnoxious and pretentious, but I just can't get out of it. Sometimes, I feel like all my problems would be solved by having my own room.