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I am finally striking out against the more ridiculous college work, and thus returning to a part of me that I once knew well. I am not going to LS1 lecture tomorrow. I am not going to do the supplemental reading that Flagg Taylor has assigned me. I feel great about this. I feel empowered.
A picture of Stephen Malkmus, blanketed in red sunlight, now adorns my wall. He rests at my bedside like a guardian, and while that is facetiously dramatic, I am dead serious when I say that it lends me some sort of comfort. If this small, white-walled room is to be my home for the next 6 months, then it damn well better reflect who I am. My walls tell others that I like French art-nouveau, Wilco, Pavement, Warhol/The VU and Nico album, and that I have lots of strange, smiling male friends. (Becca, you are represented on a shelf, not a white wall)
Tomorrow, I have my second ever polo practice. Polo, the sport of British inbreds, is also Skidmore's coolest horse-related club, excepting of course, my pathetic little dressage club. I have never been on a team before, and I've got to say, it's pretty damn cool. The ponies are spastic, the boys are...kind of attractive, in a once-you-get-to-know-them kind of way, and the parties are "all you can eat, all you can barf" (-the coach) The dressage club is run by a girl who inherited the club when 3/4 of the members graduated last year. She has very little dressage experience, but she's wonderfully, blessedly sweet and she let me ride her horse. I polished my boots today to get out some pent up frustration and now they gleam. The room also smells like shoe polish, which is one of my (and apparently Molly's) favorite smells.
Becca sent me a card in the mail the other day and I put it up on my message board. AJ and I spoke on the phone a few days ago so as to keep in touch, because he's always eating or hosting a frat party in his room with Sean. Kevin and I were talking quite a lot online, but lately he's been catching up on some work that he just....hadn't been doing before. I wrote Hayling a nice email the other day, and it seems to have been received well. Willy and I spoke on the phone today, and it was really wonderful. Both Dollan and Hayling promise to call soon, but that's questionable. Talk is cheap, boys. I love everyone, and though my college transition has been rough at times, I'm grateful that my friends at home have been there to chat me up during my off time. Dustin, thanks for the soap, in the sincerest sense possible.
Molly still doesn't say bless you when I sneeze, but now it's kind of a joke (though nobody's laughing). I go out and drink friday and saturday nights--Molly bought me a handle of Svedka vodka with her fake ID. However, when I drink now, my capillaries dilate in strange patterns, so that my face gets bright red in embarrassing splotches. Thus, I either pregame alone until my face returns to normal, or I stay sober. It's uhh, pretty sad. I hope I get over that soon. Either the embarrassment, or the splotches. Also, I burned myself pretty badly on the neck with my curling iron and I have what looks like a giant, raw, extreme-hickey. I generally cover it up with a band-aid, because for some reason it reminds me of herpes and I'm convinced others will think the same, and look forward to the day that it heals or ceases to look like a herpes sore. Mind you, this is on my NECK. Skidmore has turned me insane.
Bought the Wilco tickets with Casey last week. We were THE first people online. In fact, I waited in the Case Center an hour beforehand because I was convinced a gaggle of people would swoooooop down and buy up all the tickets before I could get to them. But I have them now, and they're pinned to my wall. Awesome. I go home in two weeks for the Television concert, and I'm really excited about that. It will pretty much be my only time home until Christmas break, because I'll be in Florida for thanksgiving (I might come home one day, but that hardly counts)
Also, just for the record, i DO have friends up here, just not particularly close ones. They have names and they exist in real time and space. They hail from places such as Seattle, San Francisco, and Syracuse. There are also many boys to whom I am attracted, but mostly I just gaze lovingly at them and don't actually initiate conversation. Hopefully I will overcome this soon. Nobody listens to good music, but I don't even care about that anymore. They can't all be winners.
I guess, on that note, I'll go to bed. I have class at 9:40 tomorrow and, despite the fact I woke up at 6:30 for the last 4 years, that is painfully early. SO, leave me a comment like a little present waiting under the livejournal tree, and I'll probably talk to you soon.
A picture of Stephen Malkmus, blanketed in red sunlight, now adorns my wall. He rests at my bedside like a guardian, and while that is facetiously dramatic, I am dead serious when I say that it lends me some sort of comfort. If this small, white-walled room is to be my home for the next 6 months, then it damn well better reflect who I am. My walls tell others that I like French art-nouveau, Wilco, Pavement, Warhol/The VU and Nico album, and that I have lots of strange, smiling male friends. (Becca, you are represented on a shelf, not a white wall)
Tomorrow, I have my second ever polo practice. Polo, the sport of British inbreds, is also Skidmore's coolest horse-related club, excepting of course, my pathetic little dressage club. I have never been on a team before, and I've got to say, it's pretty damn cool. The ponies are spastic, the boys are...kind of attractive, in a once-you-get-to-know-them kind of way, and the parties are "all you can eat, all you can barf" (-the coach) The dressage club is run by a girl who inherited the club when 3/4 of the members graduated last year. She has very little dressage experience, but she's wonderfully, blessedly sweet and she let me ride her horse. I polished my boots today to get out some pent up frustration and now they gleam. The room also smells like shoe polish, which is one of my (and apparently Molly's) favorite smells.
Becca sent me a card in the mail the other day and I put it up on my message board. AJ and I spoke on the phone a few days ago so as to keep in touch, because he's always eating or hosting a frat party in his room with Sean. Kevin and I were talking quite a lot online, but lately he's been catching up on some work that he just....hadn't been doing before. I wrote Hayling a nice email the other day, and it seems to have been received well. Willy and I spoke on the phone today, and it was really wonderful. Both Dollan and Hayling promise to call soon, but that's questionable. Talk is cheap, boys. I love everyone, and though my college transition has been rough at times, I'm grateful that my friends at home have been there to chat me up during my off time. Dustin, thanks for the soap, in the sincerest sense possible.
Molly still doesn't say bless you when I sneeze, but now it's kind of a joke (though nobody's laughing). I go out and drink friday and saturday nights--Molly bought me a handle of Svedka vodka with her fake ID. However, when I drink now, my capillaries dilate in strange patterns, so that my face gets bright red in embarrassing splotches. Thus, I either pregame alone until my face returns to normal, or I stay sober. It's uhh, pretty sad. I hope I get over that soon. Either the embarrassment, or the splotches. Also, I burned myself pretty badly on the neck with my curling iron and I have what looks like a giant, raw, extreme-hickey. I generally cover it up with a band-aid, because for some reason it reminds me of herpes and I'm convinced others will think the same, and look forward to the day that it heals or ceases to look like a herpes sore. Mind you, this is on my NECK. Skidmore has turned me insane.
Bought the Wilco tickets with Casey last week. We were THE first people online. In fact, I waited in the Case Center an hour beforehand because I was convinced a gaggle of people would swoooooop down and buy up all the tickets before I could get to them. But I have them now, and they're pinned to my wall. Awesome. I go home in two weeks for the Television concert, and I'm really excited about that. It will pretty much be my only time home until Christmas break, because I'll be in Florida for thanksgiving (I might come home one day, but that hardly counts)
Also, just for the record, i DO have friends up here, just not particularly close ones. They have names and they exist in real time and space. They hail from places such as Seattle, San Francisco, and Syracuse. There are also many boys to whom I am attracted, but mostly I just gaze lovingly at them and don't actually initiate conversation. Hopefully I will overcome this soon. Nobody listens to good music, but I don't even care about that anymore. They can't all be winners.
I guess, on that note, I'll go to bed. I have class at 9:40 tomorrow and, despite the fact I woke up at 6:30 for the last 4 years, that is painfully early. SO, leave me a comment like a little present waiting under the livejournal tree, and I'll probably talk to you soon.