Makin’ bracelets. Listenin’ to Crash Kings.

Homework? What’s that?

Okay, serious business time. I’m so far behind on my Literature reading assignments, it’s ridiculous. There are actually more, or rather more enjoyable, distractions here in the dorm room than in my entire house back home. I keep playing video games and/or weaving (more like knotting) these bracelets and it’s hurting my homework productivity. It’s time to set up a reward system for myself. What am I? A dog? Sometimes I feel like it.

The bracelets are pretty though…

Yes, that is doubled around my wrist. Yes, it took forever to make because it has 12 strings. I’m planning on making a 40 string cuff next time. …Semester long project? Yes.

This could actually be a good small business venture. Maybe charge a $1 a bracelet, $2 for complex weaves, and $3 for bracelets made of more than 5 strings.
$_$ this could work…

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There was a club fair last week on Wednesday. I was extremely excited about this since the English club and the Rock Climbing club were both going to be present, which meant I could sign up for them finally. Even though I was pretty much already a part of the climbing club because I ran in with arms flailing, bight eyed and bushy-tailed, it felt more official thanks to the fair.
Itty bitty problem. There were over 100 clubs there that day. It’s basically my freshman year here, so I should overwhelm myself, but I ended up joining 7 clubs anyway. English, Poetry, Climbing, GSA, Newspaper, Quiddich, and Hip Hop.
Oh mai.

Yes, there’s a Quiddich club here. And it’s awesome. Nerdfighter awesome. I cannot describe the amount of awesome, because it exceeds the comprehensible amount. I’m so psyched for this. I’ll write again once we’ve had our first game. :D

Hip Hop is pretty awesome too. I’m always reading to dance. Especially choreographed dance. It’s like artistic teamwork, and it just makes me feel so freaking cool. I heard we are going to be performing. And we get to make teams and make up our own dances. Maybe I’ll get a video of it…

GSA ended up being right over a class of mine, so I couldn’t actually go to that, but I’m hoping to be a part of whatever it is they are doing. I like gay people. They’re usually really cool and chill. There’s a lot of lesbians at this school, so I’m also hoping to get some perspective on what they feel. I hear about the gay guys all the time and the shit they have to live through because of social ignorance, but I hear almost nothing on the girls. Gender expectancies are to blame for this. T_T

I wish I had surrounded myself with the kind of people that are in the English club back when I was in high school. They are my kind of people. They read booksall the time. Then they pick them apart. They reread them. They talk about them. They care about them. They love them. We can submit our own stuff anonymously or say who we are. People will critique it, and give you their thoughts. They are respectful, and funny. They are Nerdfighters (though most don’t know they are haha).

Poetry was hysterical. Seriously. I’m not one to pay attention to the color of peoples skin, but when you suddenly realize that you are only one of the 5 white persons in a room of 20 other darker persons, it gets kind of noticeable. No, I’m not used to being the minority, so yes, it was very funny. When a couple of people stood up and presented their freestyle poetry, which sounded like a rap song, I also realized that I might have a problem here. My poetry sounds like this:

FLOWERS, SUNSHINE, BUTTERFLIES AND LADYBUGS, AND SPRING TIME AND HAPPINESS AND SMILES AND BABIES AND PUPPIES AND BALLOONS AND SUGAR AN-

and you get the picture.
Their freestyle (rap) poems sound like this:

i watched my brother get shot and i lived through the slums dodging crack dealers and prostitutes and i learned the pains of evil and sickness and that made me stronger but i’m still suffering an-

and so on and so forth.
You should have seen my face. My eyes were wide in a “Holy heavens.” expression. Do you see the problem? Exactly how am I supposed to stand up and talk about freakingladybugs when everyone is saying all this ridiculously heavy, deep, and dark stuff? …I’m probably not going to be going to this club on a regular basis, save to get some inspiration for my prose, which tends to be much darker. My poetry is going to have to wait for the English club.

Nothing much to say on the climbing club except that it’s FREAKING AMAZING.

Anyway, by the look of things, I’m going to look like this by the end of the semester:

…Ignore the pills and smokes. I don’t do drugs and I don’t smoke. But this does look like me after realizing how much homework is due the next day. It’s actually scarily accurate…