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Apr. 8th, 2005
The Things I Did Today and College Worries
Apr. 8th, 2005 10:55 pmThings I did today:
1) Slept in (well . . . until 8:00, anyway, which is late for me . . . yeah, I know, that's bad . . . ).
2) Watched TV and was lazy in attempt to avoid going in to volunteer.
3) Finally succombed to pressures of getting NHS hours and went in to Soup of Success for 2 hours.
4) Took a walk with Tory.
5) Ate part of a chocolate rabbit, counteracting the walk.
6) Went over to Kristina's, where Nichole was.
7) Tried orchestrating "Big Love Adagio" again until Mom got pissy and told me to stop it.
8) Cleaned up room.
9) Ate stirfry.
10) Was yelled at for Neil being a jerk. Became bitter and decided not to finish cleaning room.
11) Uploaded a bunch of stuff to DeviantArt.
Speaking of uploading, Fanfiction.net deleted one of my stories, my Werewolf Prank screenplay one. I was slightly confused and a little miffed. Ahh well . . . I won't try uploading it again, just in case they really don't want it or something . . . though, if you ask me, a screenplay based on Harry Potter under the "Screenplay" section of a site devoted to fanfiction doesn't seem too outrageous to me.
I now have to choose a college. It's really down between Washington University and Earlham. Mom and Dad are not HELPING by telling me to speed it up AND to consider ALL my options, all at the same time. It's much easier if I just keep it between two.
Shoot, I'm just about ready to just take a poll. Where do you think I should go, all? Lol . . .
It just seems so weird and unreal, leaving. Seriously. I can't imagine not living at my house, since I've never done it before. The fact that my time with my family, in the way I've always been, is almost over. Seriously, over. I've never had it any other way before. I don't know that I want to-- that I CAN-- just start over. It's a complete change, a complete and utter change. It's like getting married or something.
*Seriously wonders if this was written . . . though internment camps are hardly comparable to college.*
Mm . . . I realize this is all just part of the leaving process . . . but, geesh, I'm so darn sentimental and I have such an insane memory . . . it does not remedy being homesick . . .
Plus it's the dumbest things that have got me worried. I don't like the idea of communal bathrooms (and having to walk to them in the middle of the night, or all the way back and forth if something is forgotten), I don't like the fact that I am probably going to be kept up later than I would like every night-- my inner clock rearranged in a pattern I don't like-- I don't know how well I am going to deal with the changes in food-- I'm either going to succomb and eat badly, and then feel guilty AND get fat, or I'm going to try to eat healthily but depress myself because everything that is healthy tastes bad or something. I'm going to miss my own bed, and my stuffed animals that I still sleep with but really can't sleep with in college.
Why is it when you're little even middle schoolers seem like adults? Then, once you get there, they're not so old at all. I haven't grown up at all-- just maybe a little bit. I never turned into those big kids I saw walking around the place when I was little.
The Things I Did Today and College Worries
Apr. 8th, 2005 10:55 pmThings I did today:
1) Slept in (well . . . until 8:00, anyway, which is late for me . . . yeah, I know, that's bad . . . ).
2) Watched TV and was lazy in attempt to avoid going in to volunteer.
3) Finally succombed to pressures of getting NHS hours and went in to Soup of Success for 2 hours.
4) Took a walk with Tory.
5) Ate part of a chocolate rabbit, counteracting the walk.
6) Went over to Kristina's, where Nichole was.
7) Tried orchestrating "Big Love Adagio" again until Mom got pissy and told me to stop it.
8) Cleaned up room.
9) Ate stirfry.
10) Was yelled at for Neil being a jerk. Became bitter and decided not to finish cleaning room.
11) Uploaded a bunch of stuff to DeviantArt.
Speaking of uploading, Fanfiction.net deleted one of my stories, my Werewolf Prank screenplay one. I was slightly confused and a little miffed. Ahh well . . . I won't try uploading it again, just in case they really don't want it or something . . . though, if you ask me, a screenplay based on Harry Potter under the "Screenplay" section of a site devoted to fanfiction doesn't seem too outrageous to me.
I now have to choose a college. It's really down between Washington University and Earlham. Mom and Dad are not HELPING by telling me to speed it up AND to consider ALL my options, all at the same time. It's much easier if I just keep it between two.
Shoot, I'm just about ready to just take a poll. Where do you think I should go, all? Lol . . .
It just seems so weird and unreal, leaving. Seriously. I can't imagine not living at my house, since I've never done it before. The fact that my time with my family, in the way I've always been, is almost over. Seriously, over. I've never had it any other way before. I don't know that I want to-- that I CAN-- just start over. It's a complete change, a complete and utter change. It's like getting married or something.
*Seriously wonders if this was written . . . though internment camps are hardly comparable to college.*
Mm . . . I realize this is all just part of the leaving process . . . but, geesh, I'm so darn sentimental and I have such an insane memory . . . it does not remedy being homesick . . .
Plus it's the dumbest things that have got me worried. I don't like the idea of communal bathrooms (and having to walk to them in the middle of the night, or all the way back and forth if something is forgotten), I don't like the fact that I am probably going to be kept up later than I would like every night-- my inner clock rearranged in a pattern I don't like-- I don't know how well I am going to deal with the changes in food-- I'm either going to succomb and eat badly, and then feel guilty AND get fat, or I'm going to try to eat healthily but depress myself because everything that is healthy tastes bad or something. I'm going to miss my own bed, and my stuffed animals that I still sleep with but really can't sleep with in college.
Why is it when you're little even middle schoolers seem like adults? Then, once you get there, they're not so old at all. I haven't grown up at all-- just maybe a little bit. I never turned into those big kids I saw walking around the place when I was little.