--I don't find out which part of campus/which building I'll be living in until July, and I don't meet the girl with whom I'll be sharing a closet-sized room until we move in.
--I can't find cheetah-print XL twin bedsheets for the life of me, which is putting a damper on the Mimi Marquez-themed decor I've been planning. And honestly, if cheetah is that hard to come by, where'll I ever find blue vinyl and black pleather?!
--I have the legitimate desire to live in a room decorated like the costume of an HIV-positive, S&M-dancing fictional character from a 1990s musical.
--My bookshelf is only big enough to house about a sixth of the books I'd like to have with me for a year.
At the present time, these are the books I'm convinced I cannot live without:
--The Harry Potter series. I'm thinking I'll take the British children's paperbacks, as they're smallest and all the same size. The downside is that they're more a collection than they are reading copies, and I absolutely could not let anyone borrow them. (What if the spines were bent? Gasp!)
--The Tales of Beedle the Bard. For reference and homesickness.
--Megan McCafferty's Jessica Darling series. Part of me is mature enough to say I should take with me only Perfect Fifths, and if I feel the insatiable need to reread the first four, I can always wait until a vacation when I'll actually have the time. The other part of me, however, cringes at the thought of being anywhere for an extended period of time without them.
--John Green's three novels. These are, without a doubt, necessary. I'll take the three paperbacks to conserve space, I think... but there's no way I'll ever lend out my battered paperback Looking for Alaska or my advanced copy of Paper Towns. Maybe I should bring my least-valued copy of each? Thoughts?
--The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson.
--The Complete Works of Shakespeare. This is definitely just for show, as the print is tiny and I don't think I've ever once read out of it for fun, but I bet I'll be required to buy specific versions of plays for classes, and it would be stupid to have two paperback Hamlet copies with me. But it's not like I can take that risk without a backup plan.
--J.D. Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye.
--Jaclyn Moriarty's Year of Secret Assignments.
--Antoine de Saint-Exupery's "Le Petit Prince."
In total, that's... twenty-one books, and about three of them are humongous. What are your thoughts on the subject? I suppose both Billy Shakes and Emily are available online... and the chances of me rereading any Harry but Half-Blood Prince and Deathly Hallows are slim... but I just don't know. Choosing one love over another has never been a strong suit of mine. I feel like Tom is asking me to organize my babies into a Top 8.
On a semi-related note, I bought two 16" x 20" poster frames at Walmart yesterday, and I'm going to fill them with photographs for my dorm walls. None of my friend are the real Posin' 4 Pix type, so it's suddenly becoming apparent how few pictures there are of all of us-- especially without one or two people making a stupid face. I do have a blown-up version of the fiveawesomegirls photo, though. I'm excited for that. I can just imagine the conversation my future roommate will have on the phone the day we move in: "My roommate has pink hair, is covered in contrasting animal print, and has pictures on the walls of people she met on the internet."
Siiiigh. Such is the life. :)
Chipotle burritos this year: 22
S'mores this summer: 2, plus a severely disappointing s'more-flavored Poptart
Bye, guys! Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow. <3