Recovery
So, I've been ridiculously lazy the last few days to recover from the truama of starting school. I'll put on my big-girl pants and be responsible tomorrow. This weekend, I slept, slept, slept, took my bike into the shop, and played my first game of beer pong. My team captain nailed me in the forhead with a sniper ball. There's a bruise. Totally best team building event ever.
Uh, and by 'team building', I mean there was lots of booze. I brought cookies.
I'm beginning to deal spectacularly bad with the fact I'm no longer in Alaska. I have no idea why starting school is the trigger for homesickness, but I admit, my little pavlovian tendencies whenever I have an actual scheduale are all set for ALASKA and, well, it's getting to me. Luckily, I DO OWN big girl pants. I DO. I have them and tey even occassionally fit. I can do this shit.
Gymnastics does look like it's going to be my highlight of the semester, which makes me really happy. When athletics are fun, it makes it 10 million times more worthwhile and my team is made of really awesome people. I know, right now, with as little as I know the senior team members, I could call any of them with a flat tire at 4 am and they'd come pick me up. That's a good feeling to have.
Also, I'm officially a college student. I have less than 100$ in my account and I still need to buy books and groceries. I'm thinking 'What books?'.