Hi everybody. I took a quick trip back home Saturday, so I've posted since moving here, but this is the first time I've had my internet connection up and running.
I'm not sure what to say. I should probably bare my soul in a very messy display of twentysomething angst, but I doubt that would be very widely appreciated. So instead, just a few points.
Everyone on my ICQ list needs to message me, since my database doesn't appear to want to switch over. You also need to message me because I feel both incredibly out of place and bored and so on and so on.
I have a webcam. Pictures, still ones, anyway, can be expected soon. I don't know of what. Probably the tiny, tiny brick room I live in.
That's about it. Class updates and stuff later, as soon as I find the paper I have all that written down on. Classes start tomorrow. My first one is at nine. English, I think. Location: as of yet, unknown. Yippee.
Probably the most important thing you can do is to be social and leave your door open every now and then. People will pop in talk to you. Blast TMBG to get their attention. Oh, and don't lose your identity. Change for no one except for yourself.
my advice: dont do drugs... (on school nights).
One time at band camp, when I was just about to begin my freshman year of high school, two of the upperclassmen in the trumpet section came to my house at 4am. I was kidnapped by them; I was blindfolded, bound, gagged, and thrown in the back seat of their car. They drove for a while and then, after ten minutes from my abduction, I felt someone being thrown in the backseat with me. It was another freshman trumpet player.
After twenty minutes, we were told to get out of the car and led into the trumpet captain's house. There, all six of us freshmen trumpet players in the marching band were told we were going to be initiated. We had to endure the entire outside marching rehearsal (this is summer in Texas, keep in mind) dressed as a member of the opposite sex. My squadleader and another upperclassman felt I should be the fat transvestite version of Madonna.
[ September 26, 2001: Message edited by: Siegfried ]
I have never done another Madonna impression since those two times. Unfortunately, both of those times are on videotapes somewhere.
I started almost a month ago (seems like a fucking lifetime ago).
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but schools do not the same time start
Should we start calling you Yoda?
English 302: Poetry & Poetics.
Philosophy 210: Current Ethical Issues.
Religious Studies 354, I think: Judaism, Christianity, Islam.
Phun Phacts:
I appear to be one of the few non-religious study majors in my religious studies class. I may also be one of the few agnostics. This should be interesting.
I went to the wrong English class. 105 instead of 302. Not my fault. They switched both the room and the time. I knew about the room, but not the time. Anyway, I got that fixed.
I pledged to take notes for an exchange student (though I guess that isn't the proper word) from France.
I still miss my real bed. And my room that only contains me. And an assortment of meals per day. My best friend worried that, if left to my own devices, I would simply forget to eat. I fear that is the case. Today I had a Snickers and a turkey sandwich from 7-11. I need to work on that tomorrow.
On the bright side, UPN! Enterprise! Awesome Power!
Oh, and all my classes but English are in the L-L building. English was supposed to be, but it was moved to...um...the one on the opposite side of the library that starts with the letter F. The library is pretty neat. But it has a pretty serious lack of fiction.
You're in a shared room? Ah, US universities and their strange homoerotic behaviour...
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You're in a shared room? Ah, US universities and their strange homoerotic behaviour...
Oddly, it's usually two people who can't stand each other.
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exchange student (though I guess that isn't the proper word
What do they call them? Exchange fries? Is she cute?
Only three classes? Do you get 4-credits per there?
[ September 28, 2001: Message edited by: Malnurtured Snay ]
French person is male.
You are nothing without love.
I thought love made the world go bananas.