Highlights

Just a few of my favorite things that have happened in the past several days:

• my English prof using the term “Hegemony Cricket” in class
• meeting a very kind and charming professor in the Universty sauna
• a poster going up at the end of my hall featuring a life size skeleton clutching a cane and saying, “It’s not lupus”
• getting a job and possibly (fingers crossed) $400 “tuition assistance”, which, let’s be honest, will go towards beer and food, if I’m lucky enough to get it
• the promise of my mother’s meatloaf for tomorrow night’s dinner
• remembering where I was a year ago today, and realizing where I am now, and the inevitable joy that came from comparing and contrasting the two

Mr. Rochester Will Fuck A Bitch Up

If there is anyone in the whole entire world that could ever make me want to punch Jane Eyre in the face, it would be Ellen Page portraying her in a movie.

No, no, no, no, NO.  I am so fucking irritated at this news, I can’t even manage.

Hit and Miss

I did not miss the sight of the water tower as I drive up 75.  I did not miss climbing stairs to get to my room and climbing a ladder to get into my bed.  I did not miss shower shoes or the way the hand soap smells.  I did not miss Heather.  I did not miss being alone in my room.  I did not miss the Dial.  I did not miss missing my friends, my family, my car, my room.  I did not miss the walking.  Well, maybe I missed it a little.  I did not miss The Bench (I have never told anyone the story of The Bench, nor will I ever.  Although, to be honest, almost my whole freshman year could be summed up by the story of The Bench).  I did not miss the heat in August and September.  I did not miss the ugly, unmatched buildings or the smell of the stairwells.  I did not miss frat boys and sorority girls.  I did not miss advisors, RA’s, TA’s, professors, or anyone affiliated with the University.  I did not miss school spirit.  I did not miss that feeling when you wake up to yet one more day of classes, lke it’s Monday and already the week will never end.  I did not miss bleeding money.

I did miss the clouds.  I missed being passionate about my classes and excited when they connect to one another.  I missed how comfortable these beds can be made to feel.  I missed Starbucks being on my Flex.  I missed shopping at Chilly’s.  I missed Shakespeare Boy and Jacket/Jesus Boy.  They probably did not miss me.  I missed the alone time I get walking to my classes.  I missed the people-watching.  I missed the freedom and independence, the going where I want, when I want, without playing 20 Questions.  I missed the winter here.  I missed the fast internet.  I missed the free beer.  I missed the sounds of the trains at night.  I missed wandering the halls.  I missed that feeling that sometimes sneaks up on me while walking to and from classes that everything is all of a sudden just incredibly wonderful.  I missed the way campus feels when there’s almost no one out walking, and it’s just you and this familiar, strange place, and you like it that way.  I missed the writing I do when I’m here.

I’m not sure what side of the scale my feelings about this place are coming down on here, whether what I missed beats out what I didn’t.  I’m pretty sure it’s the other way around, but I’m also pretty sure things are changing.

Chemistry Exam at 6:00!

Sitting alone in my room, I began to rise to retrieve a textbook, and said to myself, “Damn, I feel like I’m moving through the ether!”  How do I even have friends?

It’s Skyline Tiiiiiiiime

I realize that since I came back to school, I’ve sort of been neglecting any actual writing here in favor of short, 5-ish line posts, and I am sorry about that Roast Beef, but honestly I really do have at least four pieces also being neglected in my “Drafts” folder, plus about seventeen other ideas floating around in my head.  I realize that I keep making these promises to write longer posts about the deep thoughts and feelings I have about my life as a sophomore (and beyond!) and I continue to fail at coming through, but I really really really am going to give it the old college try.  Any day now.  Honestly.

That being said, let’s continue the tradition of bare bones posting, shall we?  Yesterday I found myself alone in my room with two people who had never heard of Skyline Chili.  This moment served to remind me of just how big the world really is, which I tend to forget sometimes becuase I live in Ohio, where it sometimes seems like everyone knows everyone else’s aunt, or old schoolteacher, or  brother’s best friend’s ex-girlfriend.

Sharing Each Other’s Bad Sides

Here is the kind of day I am having: experienced a time warp early this morning, kicked ass in Chem Lab, made fun of some dudes in skinny jeans so tight they were almost, well, tights, bonded with former bitches, ate alot of popcorn, and just now got in an argument with my best friend about ougi boards and the Catholic church’s stance on drinking.  I don’t know what to make of this other than it’s bedtime.