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What is it about college that makes me want to shove my face with food nonstop? I can sit here and tell myself I'm not hungry all I want, and I'll just decide it's time to eat something anyway. Telling myself "no" used to be enough. I have no idea what happened. And I can't find my rubber bands, which isn't really related, but equally as frustrating. I'm sure it doesn't help that my room is still kind of packed, but they really don't give us time to unpack. Or buy books, which I have to do soooon. Laundry also needs to be done. Already. Sigh. I am so anti-laundry. It's no fun. I am even more anti teaching freshmen how to use a washer. You'd think parents would consider that important information to teach before sending their child off to college, but I suppose not. Silly me. I need a good reason to be silly. Because I have no time to just relax and be myself for now, silliness is turning into cynicism and non-stop sarcasm. Probably not the best way to be meeting residents. But Dru will be here soon enough and hopefully he'll help make everything somewhat more normal. And hopefully by then my room won't be such a sty. I have a lot to do before it's an un-sty though. A lot of pictures to mess with too. It's fun, but takes way too much time to crop and resize and fix lighting. Boo. My grandfather was a photographer. I miss him.
-question interruption-
My freshmen are fun of questions. It's kind of nice to be the one they go to with everything. Granted, I'm the only one they really have. But it makes me feel needed. At the same time, it makes me feel really old. I go between feeling really old and really young lately. It's strange. And frustrating. Everything seems to become frustrating lately. People, thoughts, objects, events, lack of events, lack of people... And everything becoming frustrating is way too frustrating. Things like that shouldn't always be frustrating. It's like everything coming together is just making my brain shut down. If that lasts into the school year, I'm screwed.
Turned into more of a flow of consciousness.
Oh well.