Amish parties

As much as I adore all my new friends, no one has made my transition into college easier than my sister, Kelly, and her roommates, Alex and Morgan. Alex is prettier than everyone else in the world. Actually, according to Kelly, Alex is a stupid ho-ho. Morgan isn't here right now, but if she were, I'm sure she'd be feeding me ridiculous lines and begging me to include her in my blog as well. I'm cuddled on the couch in their cute little apartment, which they've fondly named The Liquor Cabinet, and Alex just fed me chips and queso dip, airplane style. "A perfect landing!" she cheered with my chomp.

Anyway, today was the first day of classes. Tuesdays and Thursdays are the chill days in my schedule, like an island of relaxation surrounded by a sea of chaos, so I was spoiled this morning. My one class, about Gender and Sexuality in Judeo-Christianity, started later in the afternoon, and seems like it'll be a lot of fun. Besides the fact that it's held in this sketchy, beat-up room inside an actual parking garage, with ninety students and uncomfortable chairs with no desks, and besides the fact that I anticipate an enormous amount of homework, today's class was enough to get me excited. Michal's in it, for one. And we watched an incredible documentary about Rumspringa, the Amish tradition in which teenagers are allowed to experience average life, in order to make the choice for themselves whether or not they want to join the Amish church. I thought it was unbiased and well-executed; it didn't make the Amish look like an inescapable, brainwashing cult, but it also showed the negative implications of religious suppression. It's called The Devil's Playground, and I suggest you check it out if you have the chance.

Other than that, today was rather uneventful. In true hayleyghoover fashion, I downed most of a bag of pizza rolls after class, but I don't see that adding to The Freshman Fifteen, since I did that at home twice often. I talked to Sebastian on Skype for a bit while my roommate was out. Ran into PJ on the street. Some of the first-week glamour is wearing off, so that not every corner contains some fantastic new adventure, but I'm still really, really happy. I feel at home, and I'm content here, in a longrun sort of way.

Sexy: Glee! It was advertised before as starting on the sixteenth, but apparently it airs on Fox tomorrow night. I've watched the pilot of this show on Hulu about four times, and I positively can't wait for more Lea Michele and more awesome.

Unsexy: The thirst that accompanies most of a bag of pizza rolls. Aaack! Need! Water!

Chipotle burritos this year: 29

Bagel Street visits this school year: 1

Subscribers: 20,218

Bye, guys! Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow. <3