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Once upon a time, I was 19. I use to go to the Kappa's house on Normal St. every Thursday with my girls. We had some pretty crazy times, I do believe one of my roommates ended up swimming in the street. I also called my then boyfriend 9 times in various states on intoxication (which had moods to match), through this I learned that me, alcohol, and any form of technonogy is not a good idea.
Why do I bring this up, you ask?
I feel that possibly I am getting old, and cranky with my 22 (it will be 23 on Sunday), years of age. Two of my roommates, decide to have people over all every week on this particular day of the week. Normally I wouldn't have a problem with this however there are a couple conditions I feel should be followed.1. Ask me first, hell I'd even settle for just being informed. The only way I knew that people were going to be over tonight is because one of my sisters asked me how that party was going to be on facebook. Not cool.
2. Be courteous. If I say I am going to sleep, don't be screaming, belligerent, or overly loud.
3. Turn the FUCKING music down. It is MY stereo you are playing your obnoxious music on.
I do have to give them creativity points for ripping down the door from the coat closet to use as a beer pong table, but honestly is it that hard to clean it off and put it back up after you are done?
Should I be patient because they are both 19? No, I have Friday classes.
At a point in time last summer I had the unfortunate experience of getting mono. Ever since then I have had issues with my tonsils. Granted I am about a week shy of 23, and have never had these issues with them before, I'm pretty pissed at my body to have waited until I am a week away from being uninsured, and giving me this lovely problem.
What is one poor college student to do? I have a temporary solution, its name is codeine cough syrup. I still have about half a bottle left. I do not necessarily cough much, but it does defiantly help with the pain.
Speaking of pain, my math class has proven to be quite a nuisance. One would think with a name like "Geometry in Art", it wouldn't be that bad. Oh, yeah, except for that I have never taken a geometry class. Somethings are straight forward: vertices, interior angles, polygons, etc. Other things make me want to tear my hair out, tessellations, for example.
According to wikipedia (my source for anything I need to cite):
A tessellation or tiling of the plane is a collection or plane figures that fills the plane with no overlaps and no gaps. One may also speak of tessellations of the parts of the plane or of other surfaces.
I realize that tessellations can be found in ancient architecture, and the M.C. Escher made some pretty sick pieces with them, but honestly I feel this is another bullshit piece of fluff added to my 5+ years of post secondary eduction that I will never use. Physics, I need. Structures, I should have a decent understanding of. This class has done nothing but irritate me.
Most people have heard of the freshmen 15, I have manages to put on the super senior (who is actually a sophomore because of getting fucked transferring) 20. Every time I gain weight this time of year I manage to drop it by mid march. Which is a good thing seeing as I will be in Florida for spring break. I start Weight Watchers tomorrow, but have been basically following the plan today.
I apologize for this post which is reminiscent of a 16 year old whining on livejournal circa 2002, however it's refreshing to let it all out.
The title above sums up what I have been doing since Friday.
I'm pretty much going crazy, I have realized how much I do not like having nothing to do. Sure, I could go through the belongings my mother and sister have crammed into the dresser drawers in the basement, that actually might be productive. However, I have been sitting in sweats, watching TV (which has been full of Charm School and Secret Life re-runs), and vegetating for the last four days.
I take cat naps with my mom's kitten, Charlie, which is sitting here next to me as I type this. I feel bad that I am going to be losing my little buddy in a couple days. Although I probably need to start associating with humans, and taking less naps soon.
I think I actually do enjoy having a little time to just do nothing, but I feel like a waste of space at the end of the day. Perhaps I should not over think this, I am returning to S-Town on Wednesday, then its back to real life. That consists of bitchy roommates, class issues, and Fin Aid troubles.
Spring Break will be here soon enough.
So, I underestimated just how much time I was not going to have. I'm just going to tell it how it was, the last four months were the hardest but most rewarding I have ever had.
I proved to myself that I could get through all of my classes, even though I'm pretty sure I will never take two studios in a semester again.
All of my roommates, except the Chinese one ended up being complete wastes of space. I'm all for partying, however not on a Tuesday night. So I am currently attempting to get a new room.
I decided to pledge a sorority, which was an interesting experience. I have grown so much as a person just through that, I did so many things that were completely out of my comfort zone. I'm also pretty sure I am the oldest pledge that they have had for a while.
I had a few things that sent my sanity through Hell and back, but I'm here. I made it.
I am not making a new years resolution, I am just going to continue living.
