Weird start to the year. Im feeling really disconnected with everything here, and Im not sure why. I thought I was going to like having a single but instead I feel ARR ARONE. Furthermore, my hall smells like b.o. and food. I think someone finally had enough of it, because fall-scented febreze is now seeping under the doorway and into my room. laughing/procrasting/coffee-ing/exhausting/exhilirating semester. Ive also realized that I am beginning to dress like a cross between a 50’s housewife and a renaissance princess, and Im not sure how I feel bout that.
I MISS LIVING WITH ZOOZOO AND HELLOO KITTY (THATS YOU, KATO)
So school is back in full force.
Love my classes, actually, which is a thrilling change of pace from just liking them. But now that I am this far into school I need to accomplish things..no more just exploring different courses. I have to stick to something. Surprise! Im an English major. It is pretty noob-y because I do not consider myself very good at writing. I just really like writing.
Its funny that I have invented this routine for myself. Half way through the semester Ill be puzzled as to how I have choreographed my life, and realize how bizarre it is that I do laundry on Monday afternoons at 3 alwayysss. I find that I am really missing things right now. I dont really miss things ever. (probs bad) But I am missing home more than usual and wanting to see the people I spent the summer with.
Fall is delicious!
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.