Some Thoughts and a New School Year

Sep 01, 2009 08:44

 Dear Danielle,
You do not only have to wear jeans.  You own many other items of clothing, and a couple other types of pants, even.  Just because it's getting cold doesn't mean you can't make a non-jeans outfit work with the weather.  Please keep this in mind in the future.

Sincerely,
                                     Danielle

What's weird about living in a suite is how the people you're living with automatically know everything you're doing: when you use the bathroom, for how long, what you eat for breakfast and how much, when you decide to have a snack, when you wake up.  Maybe this will change as the semester goes on and we fall into different schedules, but it's looking like two of my three roommates are morning people, which was not so this summer.  No more time to myself in the mornings!  Damn!  I'll just have to get up even earlier....yeeeees.  The good news is that my roommates are really awesome.  I'm living with Conrad (shock) and two underclassmen in a double.  I knew one of them a little before, and the other one I didn't know at all, but they're pretty cool and one of them bakes us bread which is awesome.  And she brought a juicer.  And a fruit dryer.  And the other one brought an espresso machine.  Yeah.

Also, I am covered in mosquito bites.  I sat in bed last night and willed myself not to scratch until both legs became casts of icy itchiness.  But did I give in?  No!

My professor from last year told my senior project advisor about the trouble I had last semester.  Good times.  Fortunately my advisor didn't act concerned (even if she secretly was) and just asked "how can we make sure this doesn't happen again?"  Answer: don't have me write in a foreign language.  I seem to completely shut down when asked to write in a foreign language.  And so the project begins.  I already have books from the library!

My dreams have become disgustingly normal over the past month.  Every dream I have is  very clearly related to a real life event or worry, but last night was just ridiculous.  I had a dream about rummaging through a pretty cool garage sale, and some stuff happened, but the whole point of the dream was that I was looking for a basil plant and could only find other things like thyme and rosemary.  This is clearly a reference to how my roommates and I looked for basil at a farmer's market recently and couldn't find it.  How freaking lame is that?

Speaking of farmer's markets, I have discovered that when food comes from farmer's markets I want to do nothing but eat it.  I have tomatoes, grapes and buttered pecans from the market down the road, and basically all I can think about is eating these three things.  I'm completely neglecting the rest of the stuff I bought at Hannaford's.  What the hell?  Is this my secret to weight loss?  The tomatoes and grapes and the grapiest and tomatoiest grapes and tomatoes I have ever had.  They're like candy.  I can't stop.  It's amazing.

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