When will it end, readers? When will I stop making promises I have no intention of keeping? Every time that I get caught up in life and don't have the spare energy to blog, I pop my head in, yell, "I'M STILL HERE! I'LL BE BACK SOON!" and then continue hiding. It's silly. I LOVE blogging. It makes me feel like myself! Sometimes I just don't make any sense.
Speaking of nonsensicality, lately I've been feeling a little bit... I don't know, codependent? Maybe it's the college atmosphere of living with my friends, or the fact that my best friends are always on my mind due to the three hours between us, or the fact that I spend all my free time on Skype. But it seems like I wake up every morning, talk to The Situation, go to class, talk to my mom, go to class, eat with my friends, do my homework, talk to The Situation, sleep. Perhaps I'm the most selfish person alive (it's been suggested!), but even though I spend most of my time alone, I still feel like I have no time to myself.
Ugh. I'm sorry. "My life is carefree and I have wonderful people who love me! It's sooo haaard." You may now proceed to gag on spoons.
In other news, some really good things have happened since my last baby blog post. Roomie, Erin and I went out to "80s Dance Night" at the "artsy bar" this weekend, to which I channeled a young Madonna (circa "Like a Virgin") and wore a purple velvet prom dress from the cute vintage store. We spazzed out to the Breakfast Club soundtrack for a few hours, watched my adorable roommate be non-consensually grinded upon by some guy who barely spoke English, and made friends with a middle-aged stoner trying to relive her high school glory days. The whole experience was very collegiate. I hope you're proud of me.
As far as school is concerned... my grades aren't going to be as perfect as last quarter, but they won't be half bad. I'm going to go ahead and blame my lethargy and lack of attention span on Seasonal Affective Disorder. I'm serious-- the second the sun came out last week, it was as if the studious portion of my brain stretched and yawned, popped out of hibernation, and got me the top test score in my Linguistics class. Let's just hope this newfound excitement for studying sticks* around, and isn't replaced with my inevitable enthusiasm for lying outside on blankets, reading for pleasure.
Oh! Oh! Speaking of pleasure reading, I've been excitedly making my way through John Green and David Levithan's brand new novel, Will Grayson, Will Grayson. It comes out in April, but being a personal friend of a famous author has some serious perks! I'm about a fourth of the way into the book, and I'm already astonished by how simultaneously beautiful and hilarious it is. My adoration for both authors is far from secret, but I can't seem to express just how unique and impressive WGWG is proving to be. As soon as you get the chance, I highly suggest that you read it.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is pretty much all I've got. My boyfriend is staying with me this week at school, and I'm heading home this weekend to see my high school's production of Guys and Dolls, so I'm not sure when I'll be back online. If you miss me, though, it inspires me to hear so. This post is dedicated to @goingforthegold on twitter, for @replying and asking me to write. :)
Chipotle burritos this year: 10
Current nail color: If you'll believe it... NONE. For the first time in about a year. It's freaking me out just as much as it is you.
*Sorry, but in rereading that sentence, I just kept thinking "studying sticks." As in, like, observing a twig with great fascination. I don't even know.