Death or glory, bitches.
It feels so weird to see people's away messages say things like "gone home for the weekend," because I've never felt more at home in my life. Honestly, this place feels more like home to me than Voorhees ever has. I don't know why. It's not really the people, because I'm usually by myself rather than interacting with the fools in this dorm or trying to find someone else to hang out with. It's just the place. When I have to go back to Voorhees for Christmas, it's going to be extremely difficult, to say the least. As much as I love my family, they are living in the wrong place. It just feels wrong there, or uneasy, or something. It's never right, in my mind. Here, there's never an overwhelming sense of dread, about anything, whereas Voorhees just sort of has this air of ugliness sometimes. I'm in the middle of one of the most dangerous cities in the country, really, and it feels healthier than Voorhees. It's possible that I'm just weird, but Voorhees really gets to me when I think about it. The sort of desperation that exists there is a lot more palpable than the desperation here. People in LA are poor and suffering a lot of the time, but they still laugh and smile. Voorhees is all middle-class suburban desperation, and people just sort of let it eat away at their souls until they're just dour, scowling misanthropes. I don't miss that. Maybe it's the optimism of college students or something, but I don't want to leave. It's still months away, so I'm going to avoid thinking about it right now. Not that that should be a problem.
I'm still trying to figure out what to do academically, besides Art History, and I'm leaning toward a double major with Print Journalism and a minor in either French or Music Industry. No, I don't know what I'd do with a Music Industry minor, but it looks damn cool, and it seems like less work than French. Regardless, I'm still going to have to take summer classes or something. Print Journalism is a huge, complicated thing, and Art History sort of is, too. Yay, more money! Actually, my scholarship comes with some built in funding to cover 8 extra units, which could be two summer classes. Abroad, even. So I will definitely have to take advantage of that.
I have an essay due in every class on the 22nd. I am not looking forward to that. But I have no designs on starting any of them quite yet, either, so I'm setting myself up for a world of hurt. But it's okay, I'm hardcore like that.
I need to find a TV to watch Lost on, and someone to watch it with. So far, I've failed in that task. I'd better get to it.
I'm still trying to figure out what to do academically, besides Art History, and I'm leaning toward a double major with Print Journalism and a minor in either French or Music Industry. No, I don't know what I'd do with a Music Industry minor, but it looks damn cool, and it seems like less work than French. Regardless, I'm still going to have to take summer classes or something. Print Journalism is a huge, complicated thing, and Art History sort of is, too. Yay, more money! Actually, my scholarship comes with some built in funding to cover 8 extra units, which could be two summer classes. Abroad, even. So I will definitely have to take advantage of that.
I have an essay due in every class on the 22nd. I am not looking forward to that. But I have no designs on starting any of them quite yet, either, so I'm setting myself up for a world of hurt. But it's okay, I'm hardcore like that.
I need to find a TV to watch Lost on, and someone to watch it with. So far, I've failed in that task. I'd better get to it.