What's Going On?

Well. The first week of classes isn't even over and I already have a ton of homework. What's that all about? What happened to the easing? Easing is not overrated. In fact, I find easing very... easing. But what's awesome about all of my classes is I'm not worried about any of them. It's a great feeling. Aside from my homework pile the size of St. Helen, I think this semester could be interesting.

The future is scary. Not only do I get old but I have be responsible. I'm sending out applications to several different schools, and this makes me nervous. What makes me more nervous is knowing that after I get my degree I have to be smart. I just have to know things. And I have to work (although, the work part is a good thing since I love what I do). But it just freaks me out. When do people grow up? Where does it all change? All I know is that I don't want to spend the rest of my life working to pay bills.

Scariest thing that has happened all week: on Sunday Sara and I changed the color of our hair and then we dressed crazy and went out to take pictures. I haven't used my camera in a couple of months since the charger for my batteries disappeared (insert sad noise here). I finally bought a new charger, went out to take pictures and the photos always appeared blurred but they came out clear. I seriously thought there was something wrong with my eyes. I mean, to the point of being worried. It turns out there is nothing wrong with my eyes but something wrong with my camera which, personally, seems worse. So, I can't go on any downtown adventures until I get it looked at. It sucks. I feel sorry for my camera.

I met someone new today and I enjoy her a lot.

I'm also excited that I'll be able to see Kevin on a semi-regular basis.

Lately, I've been feeling kind of ho-hum and a little blah. But for some reason I'm excited about my classes and the people that I'm meeting. Life is fooling me into thinking it might be okay.

Uh. I love coffee. I don't think I can express this enough. I just... love... coffee.

Scary Kids. Haste the Day. This Saturday. At Tremont. It'll be amazing.

NoPantsMan goes to my school! Every time I go to Tremont, I see this guy who is always plastered and his pants are always falling off. The last time I saw him, I saw way too much of him, hence the nickname NoPantsMan. Today, when I was talking with Kevin, I saw NoPantsMan! I desperately wanted to go up to him and say, "Hey, I've seen your butt before." Then we'd hit it off and I'd buy him a belt and then we could call him BeltedPantsMan.


Thee before thou, accept after thine.
--Carmen