Kinda. The girls left to put their contacts on. But don't worry, we're all being safe, because they aren't interested in my roommate and they think I'm gay.
No, I'm not kidding.
Yes, I do get that a lot.
So, while the girls are out, I figure that I should actually go over how my life has been this past week and a half. And it's been crazy.
By crazy, I mean I don't spend my time alone of the internet (not like that you sicko) until I pass out at 2 AM.
...As I'm spending my night on the internet at 1:30 AM.
Quiet, you.
So, in case you missed it, I kinda live on a dream campus.
OKAY, YOU CAUGHT ME, THIS WASN'T ON CAMPUS...
But hey, three and a half miles away isn't half bad. And it's helped my art!
Okay, bragging over. Time for relevant post.
That's right, I'm talking about my life.
This blog has gone mainstream. I'm no longer a hipster.
So, my life. I can actually call it a life, too! I DO THINGS NOW.
The move in was quick and mostly painless, but then my Dad decided to check in to his hotel room and leave me with all my unpacked items just laying there on the floor underneath the bed I chose as my loft. That meant that after a lot of heavy lifting AND all by my lonesome, I had managed to move the drawers from next to my bed to under my bed (I sleep in a lofted bed).
A whole six feet in just under 20 minutes!
After I was finally finished the process of unloading, it was after midnight. No one, neither any of the few people down the hall from me, or my RA, Nick, would help me move in.
Not that I asked them to or anything, but that's beside the point.
Instead of going out and socializing, I just decided to go to bed like the true partier I am.
The next day, I helped move in my roommate and as the weekend moved on, I went to the local beach about four times. In two days.
Then, Monday came around, and I began to try this new thing called "classes." I'm not sure if you've heard of them, but they're these things where you have to not only listen to a teacher ramble on for a subject, but you've got to take notes, read books and eventually take a test to see how much of the knowledge you've been ingesting you've managed to maintain. This was the first real taste of how different college was going to be than high school.
In high school, a heavy load was six or seven classes, five days a week.
In college, a heavy load is five classes that each meet biweekly, with no class on Friday.
That's right. I have no classes on Friday.
So we had a party in the laundry room yesterday. And by we, I mean me, and by party, I mean do my laundry and try not to look too much like a freshman.
Which I have been doing. A lot.
Case in point: Almost every night so far, there have been a large amount of kids just sitting outside smoking everywhere. This really freaked me out, until I noticed that I was an idiot and that's technically legal now, as there are probably four kids on campus under eighteen.
Including my roommate, who won't be able to legally drink until he graduates, which is absolutely hilarious even though 90% of the people I've met at this college do stupid things that drunk people do while sober and don't find fun in drinking.
You know, theatre kids.
Which reminds me, I have an audition for the plays at the school here later today, which will definitely be a terrifying experience, considering I was told what to do two days ago and everyone else has had a bit over a week to find a song and/or monologue.
So, by 2 PM, I need to find some sheet music if I want to have a chance in either of the musicals, one of which might be a little play called Avenue Q.
In short, I'm screwed.
Also, the big defining moment of being a freshman so far is that I lost my dorm key.
Twice.
In two separate circumstances.
In less than twelve hours.
Not even kidding either. I have to carry the key around in a caribbeaner so I don't lose it, which bugs me, because I have no idea how to spell it, and Google Chrome's autocorrect only will switch to "Caribbean," regardless of what I type.
Carribeener.
Care-i-bean-er.
Caeruhbeenre.
Shit.
As for my classes, I have a physical structures class that has so far involved making paper bridges and crushing grapes with large hammers, a freshman seminar which is more or less "how to survive college" (AKA don't drink/have unprotected sex or you'll get alcohol poisoning, Gonorrhea, and fail college. In that order. I may or may not be paraphrasing), Interpersonal Communications, which is probably the most incredibly interesting class ever (and I'm really not kidding, it's such an interesting concept), and two others.
The first is an art lecture class, where so far, we've been reading pages of this book called The Art of Seeing (Yeah, great name, I know) and discuss artwork as a whole class. On our second day, a guy in this class pretty much ruined one of the most famous paintings ever made for all of us. Don't believe me?
So now I try to find the bacon in all work. The best part of this is that some pieces actually have bacon.
As for my fifth class, I have my college comp class, where I got to see this in my journal one day.
Yeah, it's gonna be a great semester.
Oh, hey, look at that. The girls came back. We've been watching the twilight zone for about an hour now. They're sitting in the loft with me.
That's right. I've had two girls in my bed for the better part of twenty minutes and I've been enthralled in this blog post.
No wonder they think I'm gay.
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