So begins the second half of my college years. ACK!! That sounds terrifying.
Oof, my arms are tired. If nothing else, conducting the band is going to make me jacked.
My suite feels so right. I feel comfortable and instantly at ease here. I think this odd mixing of women is going to turn out to be wonderfully supportive and nurturing. We are all so in tune and there is more love filling this space than perhaps anywhere else I've been. We leave each other notes on the bathroom mirror and draw flowers on the bathroom walls. We have a communal fruit basket. We walk around in our underwear and paint our arms and legs with watercolors. In the end, things could hardly have turned out better.
Someday, I'm going to have a band called Turquoise Husband, and our first album will be titled "Know What You're Wearing." I'll also run an ice cream shop on the side called Vladimir & Shaniqua's. On a related note, I wish that the "Body by Ben & Jerry's" shirts came in a more fitted version, because I think that would inadvertently make a fantastic body image statement and I'd totally buy one.
I can't get enough of Jezebel. When I start to get depressed (or, more often, angry) about the state of the world, I daydream about what life would be like if everyone were as smart and funny as Jez writers and readers.
I'm having severe shopping period angst. I suppose it's better to have far too many amazing classes from which to choose than too few, right? The only ones I know I'm taking right now are French 151 and European Women's History. Apart from that, I know I'm taking one of two psych classes (either Intro to Psych, which would give me a broader background but would include a lab, or Social Psych), both of which are TA'd by two of my closest friends, and an anthro class (either Anthropology of Masculinity, which would apply to my concentration, or Bioethics and Culture, which wouldn't but is a major side interest). Music classes are on hold this semester, but it hardly matters because of the fact that 95% of my extracurriculars are music ensembles, and I won't miss Orwig too much because I just got hired at the music library front desk! Which happens to be the perfect job.
NB: When I get engaged, my fiancé-to-be won't have to ask my father for my hand in marriage. He'll have to ask Baird.
My suite feels so right. I feel comfortable and instantly at ease here. I think this odd mixing of women is going to turn out to be wonderfully supportive and nurturing. We are all so in tune and there is more love filling this space than perhaps anywhere else I've been. We leave each other notes on the bathroom mirror and draw flowers on the bathroom walls. We have a communal fruit basket. We walk around in our underwear and paint our arms and legs with watercolors. In the end, things could hardly have turned out better.
Someday, I'm going to have a band called Turquoise Husband, and our first album will be titled "Know What You're Wearing." I'll also run an ice cream shop on the side called Vladimir & Shaniqua's. On a related note, I wish that the "Body by Ben & Jerry's" shirts came in a more fitted version, because I think that would inadvertently make a fantastic body image statement and I'd totally buy one.
I can't get enough of Jezebel. When I start to get depressed (or, more often, angry) about the state of the world, I daydream about what life would be like if everyone were as smart and funny as Jez writers and readers.
I'm having severe shopping period angst. I suppose it's better to have far too many amazing classes from which to choose than too few, right? The only ones I know I'm taking right now are French 151 and European Women's History. Apart from that, I know I'm taking one of two psych classes (either Intro to Psych, which would give me a broader background but would include a lab, or Social Psych), both of which are TA'd by two of my closest friends, and an anthro class (either Anthropology of Masculinity, which would apply to my concentration, or Bioethics and Culture, which wouldn't but is a major side interest). Music classes are on hold this semester, but it hardly matters because of the fact that 95% of my extracurriculars are music ensembles, and I won't miss Orwig too much because I just got hired at the music library front desk! Which happens to be the perfect job.
NB: When I get engaged, my fiancé-to-be won't have to ask my father for my hand in marriage. He'll have to ask Baird.