Its raining. I love the rain. Its my element.
Let me rephrase that. I love the rain when I’m inside, or when I’m outside and I don’t have anything to do. I like the rain cause it puts me in the now.
As I lick the yogurt and walnuts off my bagel, I remember the pains I had to go through this morning. Example: having to put my morning bagel in the yogurt because they made the “to go” boxes at the dining hall smaller by about 4 inches. That’s 4 inches of food that I’m not going to consume. Thanks a lot school, I’m actually trying to gain weight, but I guess that means I have to use more of my overly abundant meal swipes, huh?
I feel bad complaining. As well I should, if anyone around here reads the newspaper. Since I last posted on my blog, a earthquake has hit Japan, followed by a tsunami, followed by a power failure at a nuclear power plant. Wow. And I think my life is bad because it’s raining and they ran out of lids at the dining hall so now my rained-watered-down-coffee is running down my arm?
Yeah, I’m overly privileged. So I feel the need to tell everyone that I am the daughter of a hard working family who happens to be in the 10% of the world who has money. I’m someone who thinks my life is hard because I have to write a paper for my British Romantic Literature class, but I’m too distracted because I can’t help rerunning the image of my cat and I playing chase around the house.
I’m still trying to figure out what I’m going to do to make a change, however small. I know what everyone’s thinking, “meh meh meh meh meh, I’m a rich spoiled college kid who wants to make a difference because I don’t know crap about life, meh meh meh meh meh”. For those of you who cant envision that, picture the meh meh mehs coming from the adults in the comic Peanuts.
It’s kind of scary when I find myself proud because I gave up Facebook for Lent and actually haven’t checked it except for on Sundays. I mean, Jesus gave up food and water for forty days, and I give up checking a website. Good work, self.
Anyway, back to what I was trying to say before I interrupted myself with criticism. (Am I the only one who does that? Like, I’ll be walking down the street having a normal conversation with myself (in my head) and I’ll be like, “oh yeah Julie, cause THAT makes sense” and then get into an argument. Like, with different voices and everything.)
RIGHT, back to the rain.
So, now I’m in my dorm room all in dry clothes, bundled up in my snuggie that Christine got me for Christmas (best present EVER), sitting by the heater, listening to the two Animal Collective songs that I actually like (out of 40, which just goes to show how many times I’ve heard Bluish since I started writing this), and I can’t help but think that this is heavenly. So many things are wrong with life, and there are so many problems in the world (like my bagels now taste like strawberry yogurt) (you can really tell I’m beat up about this, but I like my bagels UNTAINTED), but at this moment, with the wind blowing in the rain, all is good. All I could use for improvement is a cat. But when don’t I need a cat?
*WOAH guess what I just found out??? SO, you know how you start typing and then you realllly want to emphasize something, like WOAH, so you use all CAPS and then you forget you have them on so it just looks like your yelling, but you really don’t want that because it makes you feel angry and pent up inside, but you cant change it to lower case, so you have to erase it all and start over again? Well, YOU DON’T HAVE TO ANYMORE because word made this feature when you just highlight your text and it turns it into lowercase! GENIUS! *
Of course, this has probably always been around, but I’m pretty slow at these things. For instance, I didn’t know a jackalope was a fictitious animal until my mom had to break the news to me over the summer. As in last summer. As in, I thought that a rabbit with antlers was a real animal for eighteen years of my life. Oh, and I dint know you could towel dry my hair until I was fifteen. I was so excited when I found out. Don’t ask me how I went that long without figuring that out. Just know I’ve already been made fun of it, so no need to comment. Kay, thanks.
Three guesses (first two don’t count) to what I’m listening to NOW. I’ll give you a hint. I was introduced by Christine, who was introduced by Liz, co-introduced by Mr. Hardy in History class. It’s a Metal song… and it has reinforced the historical significance of the date 334 BC….
I got into the Sophmore Year Experience dorm for next year. I have mixed emotions. I’m going to be rooming with my current roommate, the incredible Erin. But, unlike Virginia, this dorm has both girls and boys, which means I can longer just walk around in my underwear. So I’m pretty bummed about that. Also, the hallways are narrower and the ceilings lower, which means I can’t get the same echoing effect when I serenade my hall mates to that song from Babe.
My classes are going swimmingly. I actually passed my math midterm. With an 85%. WHAT THE WHAAAAT? Yeah, I’m surprised and pumped and super proud of myself too. Then I gave a presentation in that class and got a 77%. I’m pretty sure I deserved a 100%, because I was so excited to talk about Sandwich Terns. (I’m not being sarcastic- they are an adorable seabird. They’re also a delicious sandwich, nuck, nuck nuck. (that was supposed to be Curly from the 3 stooges. I’m not sure how you type laughs these days)).
What else… I’m considering doing the Environmental Science minor, which is basically the best idea I’ve had since I decided to tape a picture of Boramir in the bathroom. I love my Geology class, and NO Kai, it’s NOT Rocks for Jocks, it’s actually challenging, but I am winning the nonexistent competition for better grades against both my lab partners. I also figure that I did better on the AP exam for Environmental Science than for any other class, so I might as well give it a shot. Plus, if my novel falls through, I can have something useful on my degree.
Okay. I need to write a paper and make some tea now, so hopefully the burners in the kitchen is working and I’ll write soon!
As long as I’m on a roll of being pitiful, I’m going to plea to everyone who reads my posts. PLEASE FOLLOW ME. (Every time I hear “follow me” I think of the captain jack song, which is just funny business.) I mean it. Make a google account, and hit FOLLOW and then make me feel cool and popular because I have more than 12 people who care about my life (and yes, Christine, I know you are following me twice, so job well done. You win a gold star.) Tell you kids, tell your wife, come check out my blog and maybe then I will post more often and not be so whiny and unimaginative. Oh, and if you’re already following me, job well done. You can make me even happier by making a fake google account and following me again. *Cough, what? Who just said that pitiful statement? Cough cough.* Yeah Sefan, I KNOW YOU'RE NOT READING THIS YET. GET A GOOGLE ACCOUNT ALREADY SEFAN MCGREGOR.
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