Saturday Night's Alright for ...Writing (I'm hilarious, I know)
So despite my own wishes I am going to be staying at BU. The reason is that it makes the most sense to stay, they have everything I want to major in (which I can't say for many other schools) and when it comes right down to it, it's just the most logical thing to do. True, I'm not all that happy here, but I do have the notion that that can change and it probably will...I just need to give it time. But it sucks, you know? Then again, Freshman year is the hardest they say, and I need to stop being so goddamn judgemental because that is definitely not helping me (Example, one of my friends says the other day that she thinks Andy Warhol is a handbag designer. And while there's so many things wrong with that statement, I need to not jump to the dramatic conclusion that I can't relate to the people who are my friends here and I'll never fit in, and I don't want to anyway, blah blah blah... In a nut shell, over-reacting is my downfall, basically.)
So anyway...
To busy myself (like the mounds of school work isn't enough already) I'm going to try to intern at the radio station again this semester because that was always a grand old time. I need to get to that writing club, and actually write something for it as well. I was thinking an acapella group, but I haven't sang in so long and I've always been a hard-core alto to begin with (although altos do rock. Mmmmhmmm.) Maybe I'll go back to setting up for the bands that play shows here, but heavy equipment and little tiny me have never really been a great combination. And it was always so groupie oriented, although the free shirts and posters and CDs and such were always a great perk to selling the bands merchandise during the show.
I think I'm just sick of JAPs, girls who prance around like they're the hottest shit in the room and the dumb-ass guys who try to fuck them. Hell, I know I'm sick of it, but that's college and in a way it's also a repeat of high school. So until the meek truly inherit the earth...this is how it is. Sometimes you just need to surround yourself with all those down to earth people to remind you that that's not how it is with everyone.
It is cold. Not as cold as yesterday, when the low was something like 6 degrees, but cold enough so that the high doesn't break above freezing and I know waiting for the T to go visit Liana is going to be a bitch. Ah well, that's Boston for ya.
They sell Tastykakes at Shaws. New England is not a lost cause.
That rhymed. Go me.
So anyway...
To busy myself (like the mounds of school work isn't enough already) I'm going to try to intern at the radio station again this semester because that was always a grand old time. I need to get to that writing club, and actually write something for it as well. I was thinking an acapella group, but I haven't sang in so long and I've always been a hard-core alto to begin with (although altos do rock. Mmmmhmmm.) Maybe I'll go back to setting up for the bands that play shows here, but heavy equipment and little tiny me have never really been a great combination. And it was always so groupie oriented, although the free shirts and posters and CDs and such were always a great perk to selling the bands merchandise during the show.
I think I'm just sick of JAPs, girls who prance around like they're the hottest shit in the room and the dumb-ass guys who try to fuck them. Hell, I know I'm sick of it, but that's college and in a way it's also a repeat of high school. So until the meek truly inherit the earth...this is how it is. Sometimes you just need to surround yourself with all those down to earth people to remind you that that's not how it is with everyone.
It is cold. Not as cold as yesterday, when the low was something like 6 degrees, but cold enough so that the high doesn't break above freezing and I know waiting for the T to go visit Liana is going to be a bitch. Ah well, that's Boston for ya.
They sell Tastykakes at Shaws. New England is not a lost cause.
That rhymed. Go me.