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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…

I was finally able to run again today. And it felt great.
Last week on, I think, Thursday, my roommate and I went to the Rec and ran around the indoor track. According to the sign on the wall, 8 1/2 laps equals one mile. I managed to pound out 6 laps (with many an interval of rest in between). I’ve never been able to do that before, but the consequence of not stretching before-hand, and never having done anything close to that, was calf muscles so sore, I could barely inch down the abominable stairs to my classes.
Still, it appears that my low blood pressure is finally letting up, because I ran a full mile today with only one break at the half mile point. Very proud of myself.
I still sound like an old lady with asthma when I run,but I can still run. Happy happy happy happy!

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My one literature class requires that we read sections of the bible.
I have no problem with doing this. However, I now realize why my mother never let me read it as a child.
This book is terrifying, disgusting, and utterly disturbing. Yes, I understand that there are beautiful stories to be found, and I have found them. Yes, I understand its value as a literary source, as many of the songs, books, movies, sayings, and wisdoms are allusions to these ancient stories. Yes, I understand its importance as a religious or philosophical source, because it causes one to think very deeply on the subjects of cultural differences, the mutation of the perceptions of time, and social expectancies on any race or gender that is not “Hebrew male”.
The book is still the previously mentioned adjectives. Rape, incest, murder, slander, stoning, animal and human sacrifice, world destruction, cheating, lying, and stealing. This is not a book for children. I’m only in the book of Genesis. I’m a bit afraid of rest, though I know I will keep reading it regardless of how many daughters sleep with their fathers just to keep the blood line strong.
…Yeah.

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My other roommate and I went and bought some more “guy” clothes. We plan on confusing our floor mates by switching our perceived genders. Be ready for pictures. Their going to be awesome.

I am surrounded by idiots.

I wish I was joking.

  Funny story: I went to a party for the first time. Okay, that sounds pathetic so I’ll elaborate. I went to a party where the main priority was to drink alcohol and hang with friends (I’ve been told by Holmes that I’m not allowed to call it a drinking party…because it’s just a party…or something. “I’M HOMESCHOOLED” screams my forehead). I’m all for the latter idea, but I’m not a drinker. I don’t really like the taste of alcohol in general and I sorta want to save the drinking until I’m 21 and can drink with my close friends (in danger of sounding like a sap and a prude. A sapprude…sarude? prussap? Hmm…) I must say, being the only sober person in a room full of drunks can get particularly boring.
  Anyway, I texted my best friend, Holmes, the next day and said:
“lol You’ll be surprised at where I was last night.”
And she responds:
“It’s either a gay bar, or church. Lol”
….
I don’t really have a valid argument for either of those suggestions, but they were hilarious guesses.

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  I really love my friends. And sister. The day I was moving into my room, I found this little purple slip of paper that was folded up so much it was only the size of the tip of my finger. I thought it was trash and just put it aside. I saw it a few seconds later, and in the haze of my stressed-out mind, forgot I had already picked it up and unfolded it. Written on it was something along the lines of “Holmes <3’s Watson.” These are codes names used between my best friend and I, and so I asked her why it was in my suitcase. She smiled and replied:
“Oh yeah, have fun finding all of those, haha!”
  I think I have finally managed to find them all, and I have 18 in total, from both Holmes and my Sister (The Troll :D). They were all over my room, in my “Brain Food” cookie jar, in my dresser, on my bed, in my shoe, backpack, desk drawer, and many other places. It’s been seriously awesome finding them all (though I think my Mum said there’s one that got taken home by accident.)
  I love my friends and family. I smile every time one pops up out of nowhere, and they made adjusting to this new environment much easier and happier. Thanks y’all :)

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   I made a shocking discovery. Not only do I know one person at this school (unfortunately one that I do not really wish to meet up with), but I know two people here. I had no idea he was here, but he was an old co-worker of mine about 3 years ago. This is his first year here as well, so that was even more surprising. We did the whole “I-think-I-know-you-but-it-took-two-glances-and-now-I’ll-just-awkwardly-point-at-you-with-a-face-of-surprise-while-staring-at-your-own-expression-of-WTF?”
   Our relationship in the past was this, and only this: I would complain about the weather being too hot or too cold (I was very picky about temperature…that hasn’t changed much), and he would roll his eyes and make a sarcastic response. Truly a meaningful relationship. I got to talk with him a bit more and it appears we managed to grow up and mature a bit, so I think we’ll be better friends, or at least better acquaintances. I look forward to finding out who he’s become over the past few years.

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  These last two things actually happened last week, but I forgot about them until now, so we’ll just kinda shove them onto the bottom of this post.
I don’t even remember how we got on the subject, but my Dad and I where texting about the Bible. Our messages mutated into rap music and the two subject combined when I wrote:
“I’m going to make a rap version of the Bible, so that it can reach those that don’t understand it, or don’t have access to it.”
He replies with the awesomeness that only a Nerdfighter can possess:
“Yo yo yo the big G like on da hood so much that he dissed on his only homeboy so dat all da gangstahs dat believe should not be iced but party for evah.”
…Love you dad. Really. Let us all share the love of DJ Big G and his homie JC.

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  I remembered what was so funny that I forgot last week. I had meant to write about the things I forgot in my stressed-out haze of a move-in day:
 -All of my jewelry. All of it, except for the earrings I was wearing. I’m not seriously attached to wearing my jewelry all the time, it was just surprising that I forgot it.
 -My newly bought rope. I bought it for college. And left it at home.
 -My pillow. I’m not kidding. I forgot my pillow. I actually have about 3 pillows, and they were all left at home. I was doing fine with just shoving some of my huge duvet under my head, because again, I’m not picky (backpacking for a week will do that to you), but then I ended up just buying another at the Wally-world (Walmart) near my school.
  The ways that I fail amuse me greatly for they are wins in disguise.

I found a picture of the dreaded stairs that I took…

I’m gonna look awesome by the time I’m done here.

Okay, so the title is misleading, since I’m already at college. But now it’s no longer going to be a community college. It’s time to bring out the big guns.

Oh yeah.

I think one of the most exciting moments in a persons life, and one of the happiest, is when you know that something is going to change. That something is going to be completely different. And I don’t mean “I have this feeling…” I mean you actually KNOW that your life is going to be radically different in a very short amount of time. I got accepted today at the four year school of my choice. I haven’t been able to stop smiling since I got the news.

Times are achangin’. Who said that? Is that even a quote?

What’s amazing is how you can’t wait for the “change” to come, but the anticipation is almost as good as reaching the destination. The journey and climb (no, that isnota Miley Cyrus reference, damn you.) is just as good, and exciting, as reaching the goal. I can hardly contain myself of the excitement, happiness, anticipation, whatever you call it.

I can imagine it is like this for weddings too. Even if the wedding (assuming weddings are your thing) is planned for years in the future, you can’t stop thinking about it. You just want to be there already, but dread the finish line all the same.

There’s still so much to be done before I’m even ready to set foot in that school, and yet I know that everything is going to be fantastic, because I’m moving forward. Always move forward. If that’s too difficult, then at least move, ‘cuz staying still is for dead people.