6.23.2004
Reality sucks.
coming down from this cruise high is harder than I expected. Just got back from my UL frosh orientation tonight. LAME. I could have commit suicide twice...maybe three times throughout the 2-day ordeal. Comeon kiddies, is it that hard to look in a bulletin and see which classes you have to take? No...I guess it's the part where you look in the newspaper to see what times you can take them (and then write everything down) that's so difficult. right. Anyways, all registered and scheduled - thanks to Christian - and ready to go! Surprisingly tested out of some French classes (the AP test was [bluntly put] a bitch) and have 3 honors classes scheduled. Not too hard of a schedule though. Only about 18 hours (depending on whether or not they make me stay in one supergay elective). Will I work? yeah. Can it be done? yeah.
Last night's stay at the dorm was complete hell. Katherine, Jada and I were hanging out - giggling about the stereotypes we're all striving to overcome - when we realized that the air conditioner was broken. Not dead completely, just stuck...with the thermostat at 50-something. Poor Kat didn't have a blanket, and I only had my little R.O. football game throw. Fun stuff. I had another laugh when I saw Katherine roll out of bed with her jeans pulled up as high as they could go over her sleep shorts. (in a pathetic middle-of-the-night attempt to get warm, she unloaded her suitcase and put on every article of clothing she brought) Poor thing looked so ghetto. (:P) I threw my blanket over her while I jumped in the shower. Okay...'showeresque'. It became FREEZING...then scalding hot...then freezing every minute or so. All while trickling out of the faucet. I dared not attempt to condition my hair with the lack of pressure, so needless to say my student ID pic (which doubles as the yearbook pic) was unbelievably beautiful. Ah well...why would I want to impress anyone with a picture? PERSONALITY, guys - there ARE girls out there with one.
Speaking of finding someone with a personality...
While Christian was playing with my 'shedshule' in the honors building, some dude walked in and sat down next to me. After about a minute of hesitation, he finally blurted out, "Hey...are you the one with the stopsign on your bookbag out there???" - I flipped around and grinned while saying, "Population...TIRE." Simultaneously he screeched, "...and the dragon comes in the niiiiiight!"
ahh...Strongbadia Stopsign, I humbly bow to your ultimate power of attracting the coolest of cool people.
Many wookie sounds / Princess Bride quotes later, I was sent off with a song and a new schedule. *Goodbyyyeee LauraaJaneeee*
The honors people are so cool. We didn't have to wait in that mile-long line at the conference center...and during the wait, we all sat around playing games and eating popcorn / drinking coffee in the Rickels building. All the while protected by a nine-foot Kodiak bear.
Randomness keeps my life A-Ok.
I am more certain than ever that I don't want to rush. Those girls were so...*sigh*. The catty/superficial attitudes failed to bother me - but the stupidity did. These girls were riddled with both. Ah well. I'm ready to move on to a new life stage in which everything does NOT revolve around a pointless organization.
WHEW. I guess I could keep going on about FR.ORIENTATION, but I'll spare you.
CRUiSE TiME, BABY...
uhhh...tomorrow.
Then I can post some pictures, etc. I PROMISE. (:P)
I was going back and reading through all of the posts the other night - laughing at my heartless promises. I pinkie swear (*ooOooh*) to my dedicated readers that I will write an AMAZING entry dealing with the CRUiSE, and the SR.YR.WiERdS.
But, fooorrrr nowwww -
~i'M OuT~
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