So, so slow. Can you feel me letting go?
I'm laying across my chair thinking about how my calves are fat and lounging about after sleeping for 10 1/2 hours is not really the best way to fix that. But directly across from me at this angle is my window, so I know that it is raining in Rochester. Still, I think it's more the number of bundled up students I've seen going by that's got me stuck inside. Because if it were warm rain, I might be tempted to go outside in my flip-flops and get rained on. Why not?
I think that's something I'll miss about college - that "Anything Goes" mindset. I mean, here's the thing about Rochester, is the craziness of the weather. Yesterday it was 60s and sunny. That's Fahrenheit, natch, because we're in the US of A. What's that in Celsius - 12ish? See, I lived abroad, I can sort of know these things. [Temperature culture shock story! One time in...it must've been February in England, it was the other American intern's (we'll say L) last day, and we were going to the research centre's little museum. And we were walking and L was like "It's so warm here. And it's February." I quickly agreed. And our supervisor said, "Oh, is it colder in America?" which, they do this cute thing where they think America is England's size, it's adorable. But L and I are both Northeasterners (oh, wouldn't have it any other way) and we were all, "Yes. Spring comes in April, if we're lucky." L says, "It's like 20 at home." Supervisor laughed and said, "Maybe 20 below?" "...Fahrenheit." Hi, America! We <3 You! Anyway, onwards] I mean, the temperature fluctuates so much. I'm not normally here in the warm, warm months, but sometimes it remains hot well into September and occasionally you get a hot May or something. And when you spot someone dumping ice down their back, you're generally like "Yes. I've done it, godspeed." Here is one of the few places I accept Uggs. Because Uggs (and, to an extent, Crocs) are somewhere where I feel that fashion decided to accept the ugly in favor of the practical. Rochester in winter is fucking cold. Whatever you want to wear on your feet to keep warm is acceptable. And we all know that. I mean, I work in a coffee shop below a dorm. You know how often someone comes in and it looks like they rolled out of bed, mumbled "coffee," and managed to blindly grab their keys before stumbling down to Hillside? Pretty much daily. I mean, in other places I might assume that people just had low hygiene standards, but when you're at university, you kind of think "OK. You just got up. It's cool, we've all done it" no matter what time of day it is. Today I rolled out of bed (normally I resist using the same sort of phrase in such quick succession, but I actually did roll out of bed today. So that's the way it has to be) at about noon. I'm still pajamad-up and it's almost 2pm. (It's now later. The Lush-filled shower occurred around 4pm, though, so I'm still a bit of a poster child for slacking) What I'm saying is, while high school is filled to the brim with judgment, college really slips out of that to the extreme. How will I be able to cope with The Real World? I mean, it's only this year that I've fulled embraced my new uniform of layered t-shirts, jeans, and converses. I can't leave college NOW!
Complete non-sequitor: Why did the Faders break up? I've only heard "Better Off Dead" and "No Sleep Tonight," but both are awesome, awesome songs. Why is it so hard to find anything else?
All right. It's time to do reading. I slept for so long last night and it felt sooooo good. But once more I've started feeling under the weather, so I'm worried that the second I crack open Emma, my eyes'll drift closed and where will I be? I'm just trying to get well, since tomorrow night I'm I'll be staying up all night.
That was an un-subtle hint. Go donate to my Relay for Life page! I'll very much appreciate it. I think my parents've sent me a check, but look how little money I have! Doesn't it make you sad? Help!
One more time:
http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR/RelayForLife/RelayForLifeEasternDivision?px=3978849&pg=personal&fr_id=4410
This entry went so many places, right?
I think that's something I'll miss about college - that "Anything Goes" mindset. I mean, here's the thing about Rochester, is the craziness of the weather. Yesterday it was 60s and sunny. That's Fahrenheit, natch, because we're in the US of A. What's that in Celsius - 12ish? See, I lived abroad, I can sort of know these things. [Temperature culture shock story! One time in...it must've been February in England, it was the other American intern's (we'll say L) last day, and we were going to the research centre's little museum. And we were walking and L was like "It's so warm here. And it's February." I quickly agreed. And our supervisor said, "Oh, is it colder in America?" which, they do this cute thing where they think America is England's size, it's adorable. But L and I are both Northeasterners (oh, wouldn't have it any other way) and we were all, "Yes. Spring comes in April, if we're lucky." L says, "It's like 20 at home." Supervisor laughed and said, "Maybe 20 below?" "...Fahrenheit." Hi, America! We <3 You! Anyway, onwards] I mean, the temperature fluctuates so much. I'm not normally here in the warm, warm months, but sometimes it remains hot well into September and occasionally you get a hot May or something. And when you spot someone dumping ice down their back, you're generally like "Yes. I've done it, godspeed." Here is one of the few places I accept Uggs. Because Uggs (and, to an extent, Crocs) are somewhere where I feel that fashion decided to accept the ugly in favor of the practical. Rochester in winter is fucking cold. Whatever you want to wear on your feet to keep warm is acceptable. And we all know that. I mean, I work in a coffee shop below a dorm. You know how often someone comes in and it looks like they rolled out of bed, mumbled "coffee," and managed to blindly grab their keys before stumbling down to Hillside? Pretty much daily. I mean, in other places I might assume that people just had low hygiene standards, but when you're at university, you kind of think "OK. You just got up. It's cool, we've all done it" no matter what time of day it is. Today I rolled out of bed (normally I resist using the same sort of phrase in such quick succession, but I actually did roll out of bed today. So that's the way it has to be) at about noon. I'm still pajamad-up and it's almost 2pm. (It's now later. The Lush-filled shower occurred around 4pm, though, so I'm still a bit of a poster child for slacking) What I'm saying is, while high school is filled to the brim with judgment, college really slips out of that to the extreme. How will I be able to cope with The Real World? I mean, it's only this year that I've fulled embraced my new uniform of layered t-shirts, jeans, and converses. I can't leave college NOW!
Complete non-sequitor: Why did the Faders break up? I've only heard "Better Off Dead" and "No Sleep Tonight," but both are awesome, awesome songs. Why is it so hard to find anything else?
All right. It's time to do reading. I slept for so long last night and it felt sooooo good. But once more I've started feeling under the weather, so I'm worried that the second I crack open Emma, my eyes'll drift closed and where will I be? I'm just trying to get well, since tomorrow night I'm I'll be staying up all night.
That was an un-subtle hint. Go donate to my Relay for Life page! I'll very much appreciate it. I think my parents've sent me a check, but look how little money I have! Doesn't it make you sad? Help!
One more time:
http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR/RelayForLife/RelayForLifeEasternDivision?px=3978849&pg=personal&fr_id=4410
This entry went so many places, right?