Juliet thy beauty hath made me effeminate!
One more final and I am a senior. I haven't really accepted this, and don't really want to. I feel like this is my last "real" summer, and already it looks like it's going to be strange. Our house is being worked on and my bedroom is out of commission...so I thought I'd be staying at Bill's alone but turns out I'll probably be staying there with the owner of Caffe Nonna....weird and a long story. But hey maybe he can hook me up with the amazing Caffe Nonna food.
Hmm I'm kind of sick of this journal name, I hope everyone gets mine and Tina's making fun of emo joke, but maybe not.
Anyway I think these past two weeks have been the longest of my life, and maybe the weirdest. Not having class and just preparing for finals leaves a lot of free time which is kind of nice. I've realized during all this that I need routine. I spend all my time studying at one particular coffee shop, a total people watching place and now I've made some friends there this week, which is weird. I wonder if they'll be there next year and if we'll still talk? I feel like a huge nerd that I'll miss that cafe, the obscene number of hours (I mean it's seriously insane...Ryan even goes there with me when he visits)I've spent there in the past couple weeks, the Mango tea, and the same people who are always there and comfort me with their consistency, the Patsy Cline that they always play at 9 am on Saturday mornings (yes I go there that early on Saturday mornings) I'm definitely going there tomorrow morning to study for my last final. God is that the niche I've acquired at school? Spending all my time alone studying at a coffee shop? And is the scary thing that I'm cool with that? I think I always just get nervous when my immediate routine is about to break...like when I have to leave school for home. Then I'll have a routine in Nashville and feel weird about coming back to school.
Last night Julia and I were de-stressing by watching the Royal Tenenbaums when lo and behold a bat flew in front of the TV. I screamed and she thought she was hallucinating. Anyway bats are scary and just perch and it's hard to get them to move...and if you've never seen one perching against a wall they look like giant black beetles. We don't know where it is now or how it got here. Julia thinks it's gone but I think it's still here and I keep waiting for it to fly at me screeching. Yikes. I'm going to miss Julia next fall. We've become close living in the same room together and she was way more gutsy and confrontational with that bat than me who stood behind a door freaking out.
I feel like this week will never end. But it will. Ryan will come and I will go home, and my roommates and friends will be here for the summer, which is weird. At least I know what I'm doing this summer and for the first time my "job" will coincide with my interests.
I think I don't want to be a senior and think about responsibility. This has definitely been my favorite year of college so far, and I've made friends with a couple freshmen who make me want to re-do my entire freshman year experience.
Ok my conclusion from this entry is that I'm just a huge nerd and I get way too sentimental about the end of the year and thinking everything will change. And that I'm also very afraid there's a dead or live bat sitting in one of our kitchen bowls or something.
Hmm I'm kind of sick of this journal name, I hope everyone gets mine and Tina's making fun of emo joke, but maybe not.
Anyway I think these past two weeks have been the longest of my life, and maybe the weirdest. Not having class and just preparing for finals leaves a lot of free time which is kind of nice. I've realized during all this that I need routine. I spend all my time studying at one particular coffee shop, a total people watching place and now I've made some friends there this week, which is weird. I wonder if they'll be there next year and if we'll still talk? I feel like a huge nerd that I'll miss that cafe, the obscene number of hours (I mean it's seriously insane...Ryan even goes there with me when he visits)I've spent there in the past couple weeks, the Mango tea, and the same people who are always there and comfort me with their consistency, the Patsy Cline that they always play at 9 am on Saturday mornings (yes I go there that early on Saturday mornings) I'm definitely going there tomorrow morning to study for my last final. God is that the niche I've acquired at school? Spending all my time alone studying at a coffee shop? And is the scary thing that I'm cool with that? I think I always just get nervous when my immediate routine is about to break...like when I have to leave school for home. Then I'll have a routine in Nashville and feel weird about coming back to school.
Last night Julia and I were de-stressing by watching the Royal Tenenbaums when lo and behold a bat flew in front of the TV. I screamed and she thought she was hallucinating. Anyway bats are scary and just perch and it's hard to get them to move...and if you've never seen one perching against a wall they look like giant black beetles. We don't know where it is now or how it got here. Julia thinks it's gone but I think it's still here and I keep waiting for it to fly at me screeching. Yikes. I'm going to miss Julia next fall. We've become close living in the same room together and she was way more gutsy and confrontational with that bat than me who stood behind a door freaking out.
I feel like this week will never end. But it will. Ryan will come and I will go home, and my roommates and friends will be here for the summer, which is weird. At least I know what I'm doing this summer and for the first time my "job" will coincide with my interests.
I think I don't want to be a senior and think about responsibility. This has definitely been my favorite year of college so far, and I've made friends with a couple freshmen who make me want to re-do my entire freshman year experience.
Ok my conclusion from this entry is that I'm just a huge nerd and I get way too sentimental about the end of the year and thinking everything will change. And that I'm also very afraid there's a dead or live bat sitting in one of our kitchen bowls or something.