I wanna go to college...
So, it's Saturday. And I have school on Tuesday. How did three months of vacation suddenly turn into a weekend?? And I still have to work on the Euro book. I'll probably finish on Tuesday night...
Anyone else confuzzled by the fact that I'm about to be a junior?!

Alright, I'm back. I went to bed at 3:30. I woke up around 8 and COULD NOT fall back asleep. I redirected my fan on me (no AC in our dorm room), and that was a little better, but we look out onto 40th street, which is, in case you don't know a VERY FREAKING NOISY STREET!. So I started to doze off around 8:40, only to be waken by my alarm at 8:50, because we have to go to breakfast early enough so we can meet our peer advisors at 10:30.

Here's the main scoop. We got here at 8:15. One of my room mates (Adriana) had already moved in, so I took the medium room, which is plenty big.
My other room mates, Laura and Meghan, got the small rooms. They are both really nice. Adriana seems to have been abducted, b/c she left with her family around 3 and never came back.

I have to go get ready for breakfast! Later all!

Well, here I am. I finally made it to college. I'm typing this from my beautiful, though large & bulky when in boxes, Dell, with silent keyboard. It's tre bonita. More tomorrow, as I'd like to be to bed by 3, and I still have to dry my hair and brush my teeth!

been @ school since late weds. cried the entire 5 hours out of PA. have been in my room since thurs. i have also been sick since thurs. coincidence? i think not.

classes started 2 days ago. history of physics, with its optional attendence policy, should be a breeze. once the frosh drop film, that will also be fun and next to no effort. criminal justice will be hard, but not as hard as oral interpretation. it's why i hate that comm is part of the theatre dept. i don't want to take acting classes. i want to take play with dave knutson and the pretty new studio equipment classes. but i've already taken all of those, so i'm going to have to console myself with just hanging around the station until dave kicks me out. at least i only have class til noon on fridays. that's 4 hours of tv station play time.

yes. oral interp. amy sarno acting doominess. i am not an actress, and i have no desire to be one. i don't want to sing a sonnet in 3 weeks. i certainly don't want to be a doing a dramatic reading on friday. i WANT to be playing with the new g5 and the audio editor!

so school is eh. it's always eh. i hope you frosh are having fun. yes, the upperclassmen hate you. and they will continue to hate you until you give them a reason to think otherwise. tom, you and my friend nathan should have a conversation about me. i think it'd be good for nathan. i'm going back to being sick now. fucking ebola death spores.

Like Debra, I will also be leaving tomorrow. One of the last to leave. It's so weird that all you people are in college, and I'll soon be embarking. It's creepy, awesome, scary, exciting, all rolled into one circle of dough, topped with cheese, and pepperoni if you like.

I leave you a high school girl, and the next time I blog I'll be a college girl.

Just wanted to be dramatic about it. :-P

Hey, I'm home...I managed to get home in time to miss everyone!

Except I saw Heather and Jeff yesterday, and just from seeing them, I know I was gone too long.

So what song should I sing for my OTB audition? It's early Sept, and they prefer that it's pop/rock/alternative.

So far I think Fast As You Can by Fiona Apple would be good, or Virtual Insanity, or Posession by Sarah Mclaughlan (sp?), although that might be too slow. Any suggestions?

Maybe it's just me, but the voice of the bunny reminds me of Miguel.

So today I started the AP Euro summer reading.
If I kill myself before I get to the next chapter, don't be surprised.
I mean, what sort of crazy individual assigns a book in which there are so many words I don't know I have to have a dictionary with me when I read it? And why all the tangents? And what, exactly, is the point of the entire first chapter? I mean, he talks about the painting, and various things that are nearly relevant to that painting, then begins to explain quantifying reality, even gets as far as bringing it down to a 50 year period in which it began, but then fails to explain what happened in said period to make the "mentalite" change.
Grr. . .

I've never seen an egg do that before!

i leave for WI at 11am this morning. i'm not excited. no, not at all.

but with me, everything seems to get worse before it gets better. i hate how i'm finally starting to like being at home, and now it's just time for me to leave again.

good luck to all, i gave nick and tom my speech of What I Wish People Had Told Me Before I Went to College. they should be able to recap it for you.

this is the abyss, and this is me diving into it. see you in december.

Hello, I'm home!

Why is August always so dull? Like, not even that there isn't stuff going on, just that it's an entire dull atmosphere. And why do I have so much summer reading?? AHHH! Scary AP Euro book...

KAT!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why didn't I know when you were leaving?????????????????????????

I want to call you but I don't have your new cellphone number!!

AGHHHH!!

pickle and hamster is the best cartoon ever. EVER. and you all wish you knew what i was talking about.

dear kat,
give us your contact info, you manky bitch.
<3, everyone. but mostly me.

we'll miss you.

hey.. what's up with spam email? i mean here i am desperately checking my email for all the messages i was madly looking for from all my brand new friends i made at camp. so i strike out on that.. (because my kicks got no clout, obviously).. and all i get are free viagra and just for men gel. neither of which i need. this is really sickening. somebody call the internet police that doesn't exist.

we waited too long and now liz phair is sold the crap out. i blame no one but jason mraz and his publicists.

currently searching pollstar for other options.

I got NO sleep last night. One of those nights where you just toss and turn. Grr.
But last night was a good time with all the french students. Good times, good times.
I'm gonna go get high off the fumes from my cleaning stuff. Joy.

Oh!! News flash: Jack Ferguson has a girlfriend. Cry. A lot.

tonite has been livejournaled and it's worth the read.

the long and short of it is that there's not a single good reason why i didn't drive to cleveland tonite, APC has just bumped out guster for #1 concert standing, and i need to figure out how i take a semester off and tour with the band instead. because i'm the only person who has ever aspired to be a merch girl. i'm also signing up for bass lessons and conquering this fear of failure if it bloody well kills me.

so fucking happy i'm shaking. the concert was that good.

Ladies and gentlemen, farewell.

I am leaving for Maine, and I am not returning until at least the twenty-third. I will miss you all terribly, I know this because I already feel it...and I'm still here.

I will see you all again, even those leaving Philadelphia for college and the such. I will visit you, I promise.

Until I see you all again, my friends, fare thee well.

- Tillman

Has anyone seen my wallet? Its imperative I find it.

tonite, the third a perfect circle concert.

and y'know what's better then three APC concerts in 6 days?

NOTHING.

Absatively fucking nothing.

This morning I got attacked by "medieval torture devices". My dad decided that to ease my angst over all the shots and such I had to deal with this morning he would call the shots medieval torture devices. That really helped. =) So I'm all achy and punctured.

I just tripped on the stairs.
It hurt.
A lot.
Boohoo.