I've been in college for three nights.
- Of those three nights, I have yet to return to my room by midnight. By three thirty even.
- Of those three nights, my number has been asked for and/or given to over twenty people of the opposite sex...
- Of those three nights, only one of them was spent in my own bed...
- Of those three nights, I've consumed more vodka than 1990s Russia. And more beer than County Cork and County Wexford, Ireland, combined.
- Of those three nights, I've made about 100 new friends.
Man, I love college.
But in all honesty, I miss California so much. I miss the dry heat, and the way my hand tingled when I held it out of the window while I drove down the Silverado Trail, the mountains shimmering on either side of me. I miss working out at Meadowood and laying by the pool. I miss walking down Main Street and seeing movies in the tiny Cameo theatre. I miss eating at (the original) Taylor's with Cherry. I miss that long, exciting drive to Sonoma I took practically four times a week to see my friends along the Square, eating ice cream at Ben & Jerry's and house hopping. I miss seeing movies with Tutti and dancing the night away in San Francisco with Merik, flanked by debutantes. I desperately miss Donna and Ollie ("...can he swim?") and Romeo (RIP). I miss my parties in Le Guesthouse and all those...adventures whilst staying there (I'll save those for another post). I miss my parents and my doggie and kitty (despite the evil glares).
I miss a lotta things. But despite missing all of them, my love and excitement about FU is steadily outgrowing my little ball of worry and homesickness. Thank Gawd.
Orientation was a slow, painful mindfuck of panels and speeches by directors, deans and presidents. But in between sessions on alcohol abuse and skits by the resident improv troup (Your Mom Does Improv), I was able to meet a multitude of awesome, kick ass people.
Anyways, I shall be chronicling my life at college. I've wanted a blog since I was 12 when I started watching Carrie Bradshaw write her column on Sex & the City. So...success! :)
Today was my first day of classes. A statistics class at eight o'clock in the morning is NAWT something I normally look forward to. But, all in all, it wasn't bad. Teacher's nice and understanding, very manageable and promises not to put a huge work load on us. Plus, we won't have a mid-term in that class. ;D
NEXT from 12:30-1:45 I was SUPPOSED to have intro to theatre (do these people KNOW ME?!). Well...I got lost. When you think of a theatre class, wouldn't you assume it to be in the THEATER? Well...it wasn't. It was in an obscure room at the edge of campus. Very sketchy for a campus that is usually perfect, green, rich-looking and VERY east coasty. Anyways, forty five minutes of searching until I had blisters on my feet and a headache made me very grumpy. I was very late to the class (thankfully, the professor understood. She was very nice about it when I apologized after class) and actually found the damn place after a very kind upper classman gave me good directions (the librarian didn't know shit).
Chloe caught the entire conversation via AT&T.
Tomorrow is International Relations and Italian. I'll keep y'all informed.
I shall catch up on the previous two nights and the one coming up in a later post. For now I'm meeting the fabulous and hella (wicked? Mad?) badass Cait down the hall (GONZAGA HALL, BITCHES!). Hopefully there is a killer movie and Chinese food in our future. :)
Ciao everyone.
Kel & Chloster. I miss you. <3
