Rapture Rapes the Muses
I've never felt so comfortable in my life. Seriously, I can't believe how simple college is. It makes me so happy.
I've made a good bit of friends, mostly those though who have been in my life for a while but never had a chance to really connect with me. My floor is rather obnoxious, but I'm trying to get along with them. My nerves are wearing thin though...
Columbia really isn't bad at all, just hot. ALL THE TIME!!! I go to sleep, I'm hot. I wake up, hot. I cool off in my car only to step out into the hotness, again. It really does blow.
Will Spears has become my recent lifetime friend who I never knew existed. I'm glad we really got to know eachother. SADLY, no one shares my love for anime in the surrounding corridors, and I managed to meet one person with very similiar music tastes. Unfortunately, I was drunk, and acting stupid, playing DDR with kids I had never met, and so I'm afraid to call her and her friends because I be they think I'm a fool. But I hope it works out because they like good music, they like beer pong which I'm always game for, and they play DDR and my new project Guitar Hero (for you Thomas).
There's been a lot of drama, and of course my mom keeps calling. The obnoxius thing though is that she's calling me asking if my brother (who left for Hong Kong) has sent me an email. Then she wants to know how my classes and such are going. Sneaky she-devil. But the overall freedom from her is unbelievable. I can again think clearly, and make my own decisions (which have included turning my diet around, working out, and going out for the rugby team WHICH LOOKS AMAZING!!!!!!11111111!!!1!11!! (that's for you Lindsay, because I miss you. If I had a "your mom" joke, I'd throw it in there too)).
My roommate still blows because he befriends all the obnoxious people around me. Then they come to my room and leave chocolate on my bed after they throw my books on the floor.
My classes are okay. I've got a new, modern age Dr. Whiz for a Chem. teacher. My Poli 101 teacher is like Zaidman, but for politics. English, fun. I'm excited about the books assigned for reading (If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things, A Star Called Henry, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime),so I'm happy. But my speech teacher sucks. He reminds me of the guy here:
Nevermind. I can't find him online. But he teaches everyone CPR, brings oreos and coffee, feeds them to his cats, possibly a flaming homosexual. No one knows his name.
I hope everyone else is okay. But now I need to start reading for tomorrow's class. At 1:30 a.m. Congratz me for being stupid.
K
I've made a good bit of friends, mostly those though who have been in my life for a while but never had a chance to really connect with me. My floor is rather obnoxious, but I'm trying to get along with them. My nerves are wearing thin though...
Columbia really isn't bad at all, just hot. ALL THE TIME!!! I go to sleep, I'm hot. I wake up, hot. I cool off in my car only to step out into the hotness, again. It really does blow.
Will Spears has become my recent lifetime friend who I never knew existed. I'm glad we really got to know eachother. SADLY, no one shares my love for anime in the surrounding corridors, and I managed to meet one person with very similiar music tastes. Unfortunately, I was drunk, and acting stupid, playing DDR with kids I had never met, and so I'm afraid to call her and her friends because I be they think I'm a fool. But I hope it works out because they like good music, they like beer pong which I'm always game for, and they play DDR and my new project Guitar Hero (for you Thomas).
There's been a lot of drama, and of course my mom keeps calling. The obnoxius thing though is that she's calling me asking if my brother (who left for Hong Kong) has sent me an email. Then she wants to know how my classes and such are going. Sneaky she-devil. But the overall freedom from her is unbelievable. I can again think clearly, and make my own decisions (which have included turning my diet around, working out, and going out for the rugby team WHICH LOOKS AMAZING!!!!!!11111111!!!1!11!! (that's for you Lindsay, because I miss you. If I had a "your mom" joke, I'd throw it in there too)).
My roommate still blows because he befriends all the obnoxious people around me. Then they come to my room and leave chocolate on my bed after they throw my books on the floor.
My classes are okay. I've got a new, modern age Dr. Whiz for a Chem. teacher. My Poli 101 teacher is like Zaidman, but for politics. English, fun. I'm excited about the books assigned for reading (If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things, A Star Called Henry, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime),so I'm happy. But my speech teacher sucks. He reminds me of the guy here:
Nevermind. I can't find him online. But he teaches everyone CPR, brings oreos and coffee, feeds them to his cats, possibly a flaming homosexual. No one knows his name.
I hope everyone else is okay. But now I need to start reading for tomorrow's class. At 1:30 a.m. Congratz me for being stupid.
K