o weary, weary is the world
I realize it has been well over a month since my last post, which was a meagre one at that, and that many of you are probably by now operating on the assumption that I have been eaten by the other freshmen at college in a desperate attempt to escape the unending horror of cafeteria food. I assure you this is not the case. I ate them. (*rimshot*) I am, however, home now, and coping with a feeling that I suspect is much like that of a hardened war-veteran who returns to a quiet neighborhood with children and puppies... and... and... balloons or something. I refer, of course, to the ancient enemy: boredom.
Anyway, it's a week until Christmas (how bizarre is that?), and since it's the time of year and all that nonsense, I shall do a brief recap of the last semester at college.
My Last Semester
By Widget Alley
Age 18 and 1/2
My last semester at college was: falling into iced-over fountains, sneaking into unfinished buildings, getting up on rooftops, guerrilla art, nearly getting caught, making a secret reading room, finding all the hidden corners, talking to cops, eating pie on hot pavement, playing word games, going to concerts, watching bad movies (especially Troma), pulling all-nighters, drinking coffee and attacking people, public grappling, sleeping on the floor under a pile of coats, sleeping pretty much everywhere else, swimming in the same fountain, nailing the provost of the university in the back of the head with a grape one lunchtime (on accident... of course, turns out I have him for class next year), getting to bed at ungodly hours, getting up at ungodly hours, the roommate from hell, graffiti, buildings after hours, drunkenness, the mold in my bathroom campaigning for the right to vote, food fights, biting people for bad puns, friends getting fined $50 for sitting on the back of a very slow-moving convertible air-guitaring to DragonForce, posting bail, working in the library, writing my career paper on being a rockstar, dressing guys up as zombie hookers and sending them to sing about undead love at a talent show, being Amanda Palmer for Hallowe'en, singing alto for the choir of Bunny Inferno, pantsless o'clock, porn stores, pranks, plastic owls, eating out of vending machines, attempted seduction, poetry readings, getting hot tea spilled down my non-existent cleavage, homework addiction, taking tests on 30-odd hours of no sleep, doing well in a math class (whaaaaat?) and many other awesome things. Oh, and somehow managing to find time to pull a 4.0 in the midst of all this. (Am I proud? Damn right I am. I don't care if all my classes were easy freshman ones-- which they were-- it's still the first time I've gotten graded on anything.)
Technically the University shut down this last Friday, but one of our friends was staying over break, and my ride home, misfit_artist, needed to stay on until Sunday to play a gig, so we holed up in his room. Saturday morning, the resident assistants came a-knockin' looking for people... well, basically looking for people doing exactly what we were... but we hid in the bathroom feeling like Anne Frank and escaped unscathed.
In other words, college is still fantastic and I'm already looking forward to next semester. I think the trick of not stabbing myself to death with my textbooks over break is going to be to focus on the little things I need to get done... like cleaning my room, and laundry, and Christmas shopping. A little seasonal cheer wouldn't hurt either-- what do you guys do to get into a Solstice mood?
So, just in case I don't post again for some time, merry winter-holiday-of-your-choice, everyone, and I hope your new year is as bright and exciting as mine (I'm taking astronomy. And world literature. Is it January yet?)
Anyway, it's a week until Christmas (how bizarre is that?), and since it's the time of year and all that nonsense, I shall do a brief recap of the last semester at college.
My Last Semester
By Widget Alley
Age 18 and 1/2
My last semester at college was: falling into iced-over fountains, sneaking into unfinished buildings, getting up on rooftops, guerrilla art, nearly getting caught, making a secret reading room, finding all the hidden corners, talking to cops, eating pie on hot pavement, playing word games, going to concerts, watching bad movies (especially Troma), pulling all-nighters, drinking coffee and attacking people, public grappling, sleeping on the floor under a pile of coats, sleeping pretty much everywhere else, swimming in the same fountain, nailing the provost of the university in the back of the head with a grape one lunchtime (on accident... of course, turns out I have him for class next year), getting to bed at ungodly hours, getting up at ungodly hours, the roommate from hell, graffiti, buildings after hours, drunkenness, the mold in my bathroom campaigning for the right to vote, food fights, biting people for bad puns, friends getting fined $50 for sitting on the back of a very slow-moving convertible air-guitaring to DragonForce, posting bail, working in the library, writing my career paper on being a rockstar, dressing guys up as zombie hookers and sending them to sing about undead love at a talent show, being Amanda Palmer for Hallowe'en, singing alto for the choir of Bunny Inferno, pantsless o'clock, porn stores, pranks, plastic owls, eating out of vending machines, attempted seduction, poetry readings, getting hot tea spilled down my non-existent cleavage, homework addiction, taking tests on 30-odd hours of no sleep, doing well in a math class (whaaaaat?) and many other awesome things. Oh, and somehow managing to find time to pull a 4.0 in the midst of all this. (Am I proud? Damn right I am. I don't care if all my classes were easy freshman ones-- which they were-- it's still the first time I've gotten graded on anything.)
Technically the University shut down this last Friday, but one of our friends was staying over break, and my ride home, misfit_artist, needed to stay on until Sunday to play a gig, so we holed up in his room. Saturday morning, the resident assistants came a-knockin' looking for people... well, basically looking for people doing exactly what we were... but we hid in the bathroom feeling like Anne Frank and escaped unscathed.
In other words, college is still fantastic and I'm already looking forward to next semester. I think the trick of not stabbing myself to death with my textbooks over break is going to be to focus on the little things I need to get done... like cleaning my room, and laundry, and Christmas shopping. A little seasonal cheer wouldn't hurt either-- what do you guys do to get into a Solstice mood?
So, just in case I don't post again for some time, merry winter-holiday-of-your-choice, everyone, and I hope your new year is as bright and exciting as mine (I'm taking astronomy. And world literature. Is it January yet?)