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tabular_rasaTiffany's musical went well. Jessica of course found a boy that looked like Sirius, and, well, we know how that goes . . . lol . . .
That Ascot hat was the biggest thing I had ever seen. Whoosh . . .
It was too bad neither Jessica nor I could stay for the cast party (that we were, though not cast, invited to . . . lol . . . )-- sorry for leaving you, Julia; I hope you were completely not ignored by all the people-- but the thing lasted until about 11:00 and both of us had to go home. Though at least Tiffany and company did not have to stay TWO WHOLE HOURS afterward to strike set, like we did . . . they were home at a decent hour (11:00) to have a cast party, half-awake, unlike SOME of us, lol, who are out waiting at Steak 'n' Shake until all hours of the night . . . after curfew, lol . . .
I still miss that musical . . .
DePauw college visit. I really don't think I want to go there. I stayed with, as my dad puts it, "The Bubble Twins" for my stay, lol . . . Seriously, they were twins, my host, and her twin sister had a prospective student, too, so there were four of us in the one room. Both were complete Akiko-style ditzes (lol, anyone remember my story from 8th grade? I love Akiko . . . I even stole her name to use as my own Japanese name)-- they were nice, and obviously intelligent . . . just really bubbly and sort shallow in that way that I just know I would get sick of. I mean, not everyone would be like that, but the general population there just seemed of the "I was popular in high school" type that I don't think I get along with that well. I don't know. I just don't fit.
The interview was the most fun interview I'd ever done, however-- I didn't have to talk about ME; I talked about my essay, which was about the inherent goodness of man as depicted in Les Miserables-- SO up my alley ^_^-- and they tried to shoot it down and we "discussed" it . . . basically, they had me bring up instances in which I had to contradict my own ideas, like books in which people are inherently evil. I so took advantage of it (What is with all the "SO"s here? Had I spent too much time with my host? *shudder* lol . . . aww, that's mean . . . *slaps self*)
That's rather sad, because they're offering me the most money. On top of that, if I did well on that interview, I could get a freaking full ride. I'm not saying I will, but I COULD. They apparently really want me.
*Feels bad; pats DePauw.*
Though it's probably better I didn't go; I know too many people down there already. I saw Matt Hinman (he's nice; I wouldn't mind being at the same school as him except for the fact that, well, I know him, and, on principle, I'm not doing that)-- who was hooking Greg Nowak (who was there) up with the swim coach. Also, the Balls were there. I guess the whole "Adam is going to IUSB until he shapes up" thing isn't going to fly, lol . . . Alex was there and was carrying around a baby in a pink blanket. Ahh, Baby Think It Over . . . fun times . . . (Ha ha! I missed it by a grading period . . . actually, though . . . I wanted to do it )-:)
I did have some nice time talking to my dad, like during the drive down. We don't get to do that very often. I played all my favorite dark songs on the radio (all instrumental, usually romantic pieces ^_^ the kinds he wouldn't scoff at but weren't the boring Baroque stuff he usually listens to, just because it's "Classical"-- he's tone deaf; I don't know that he really even understands it or appreciates it or whatever), and we talked about a lot of philosophical stuff. He's good for that, and I think he finally finds me "interesting." I mean, he doesn't really like kids . . . he loved my siblings and I because we were HIS kids (*recalls awkward adoption issue between parents*), and, well, you love your family; you really can't help it. Yet Mom said she thinks he's going to like us best when we're adults and doing interesting things out in the world, and come home and can talk about interesting subjects. So maybe I'm starting to be that way.
It feels weird that it's a Monday. I just got home, about an hour-- or a little bit less-- ago. I don't feel like anyone else should have been at school today. It just feels weird. I also feel jetlagged, for some odd reason. Maybe it's because I got very limited sleep last night. We stayed up to watch "Bridget Jones's Diary" and it was rather very hot in that room. I don't know. I am going to need a humidifier in college, and also a pair of flip-flops. I really would rather have a bathroom right off my room. I would even clean it. Dorm bathrooms are so yucky, and I can't get up and go use the bathroom in the middle of night. By the time I get there, I'd be wide awake and never be able to get back to sleep.
I'm also worried about having a roomate that stays up until 3:00 in the morning every night. I know everyone tells me that I'll be staying up just as late myself, and that if I schedule my classes right, I'll be able to sleep in, but I just don't OPERATE that way. I need to go to bed early-ish (I will concede midnight, but I would really rather ideally prefer like 10:30 or 11:00), and I wake up earlier, otherwise I feel groggy all day. I can't study that way. I'd fail everything. It seems dumb to get a "quiet room" just for that . . . but I don't want to be difficult to some poor roomate I have in the future. I'm anal about sleep. I can tolerate anybody just about any time, as long as I've had my sleep. If I haven't had sleep or breakfast, the entire world feels my wrath and I breathe fire.
Ahh, well, we'll see . . .
I'm worried about all the dumbest things for college. I guess you're just not supposed to care, and just nevermind being dirty and sloppy and sharing everything everywhere, but, well, I guess I'm just too squeamish, still. Nevermind being away from home and all of that . . . I just want a relatively clean bathroom that isn't three miles away from my room, and a decent 8-hour night's sleep. Also cereal, but that's not hard to do ^_^ in fact, the cereal is probably even easier to do in college, since it's so readily available, and Mom won't be there making breakfast in the morning on the days when I don't feel like having anything cooked. I always feel so bad about that, because she does it because she loves me, but, well, I just don't want to eat it . . . and she gets complacent because it's early and she does it so much. Some her food just gets burned or cold . . . )-:
I'm going to miss being home. This is crazy. This is the end. I can never go home anymore?
. . . not unless I want to find Neil in my room and everything I have known to be in place replaced or moved.
No one else seems this sentimental. Kyle Morton at tutoring the other night said that he's going to forget about everyone and everything except his closest friends, which he will probably keep in touch with anyway, so it doesn't even matter if he remembers them or not.
Speaking of tutoring . . . should I go tonight? I'm so tired, and I've got some homework to do, but as long as there aren't many kids, I can do that, and not do that much else . .. yet, for some reason, I usually end up tutoring someone, and someone who won't leave.
Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm supposed to have this happy, generous, giving spirit as I try to tutor these children. Yet you try and do it at 9:00 at night when you've got homework-- for THIRTY HOURS.
*Has a bad attitude.*
Well, I am going off to go great about Beowulf the Great Dane . . . only not the dog kind . . . or something . . . blehh, I need some sleep . . .
That Ascot hat was the biggest thing I had ever seen. Whoosh . . .
It was too bad neither Jessica nor I could stay for the cast party (that we were, though not cast, invited to . . . lol . . . )-- sorry for leaving you, Julia; I hope you were completely not ignored by all the people-- but the thing lasted until about 11:00 and both of us had to go home. Though at least Tiffany and company did not have to stay TWO WHOLE HOURS afterward to strike set, like we did . . . they were home at a decent hour (11:00) to have a cast party, half-awake, unlike SOME of us, lol, who are out waiting at Steak 'n' Shake until all hours of the night . . . after curfew, lol . . .
I still miss that musical . . .
DePauw college visit. I really don't think I want to go there. I stayed with, as my dad puts it, "The Bubble Twins" for my stay, lol . . . Seriously, they were twins, my host, and her twin sister had a prospective student, too, so there were four of us in the one room. Both were complete Akiko-style ditzes (lol, anyone remember my story from 8th grade? I love Akiko . . . I even stole her name to use as my own Japanese name)-- they were nice, and obviously intelligent . . . just really bubbly and sort shallow in that way that I just know I would get sick of. I mean, not everyone would be like that, but the general population there just seemed of the "I was popular in high school" type that I don't think I get along with that well. I don't know. I just don't fit.
The interview was the most fun interview I'd ever done, however-- I didn't have to talk about ME; I talked about my essay, which was about the inherent goodness of man as depicted in Les Miserables-- SO up my alley ^_^-- and they tried to shoot it down and we "discussed" it . . . basically, they had me bring up instances in which I had to contradict my own ideas, like books in which people are inherently evil. I so took advantage of it (What is with all the "SO"s here? Had I spent too much time with my host? *shudder* lol . . . aww, that's mean . . . *slaps self*)
That's rather sad, because they're offering me the most money. On top of that, if I did well on that interview, I could get a freaking full ride. I'm not saying I will, but I COULD. They apparently really want me.
*Feels bad; pats DePauw.*
Though it's probably better I didn't go; I know too many people down there already. I saw Matt Hinman (he's nice; I wouldn't mind being at the same school as him except for the fact that, well, I know him, and, on principle, I'm not doing that)-- who was hooking Greg Nowak (who was there) up with the swim coach. Also, the Balls were there. I guess the whole "Adam is going to IUSB until he shapes up" thing isn't going to fly, lol . . . Alex was there and was carrying around a baby in a pink blanket. Ahh, Baby Think It Over . . . fun times . . . (Ha ha! I missed it by a grading period . . . actually, though . . . I wanted to do it )-:)
I did have some nice time talking to my dad, like during the drive down. We don't get to do that very often. I played all my favorite dark songs on the radio (all instrumental, usually romantic pieces ^_^ the kinds he wouldn't scoff at but weren't the boring Baroque stuff he usually listens to, just because it's "Classical"-- he's tone deaf; I don't know that he really even understands it or appreciates it or whatever), and we talked about a lot of philosophical stuff. He's good for that, and I think he finally finds me "interesting." I mean, he doesn't really like kids . . . he loved my siblings and I because we were HIS kids (*recalls awkward adoption issue between parents*), and, well, you love your family; you really can't help it. Yet Mom said she thinks he's going to like us best when we're adults and doing interesting things out in the world, and come home and can talk about interesting subjects. So maybe I'm starting to be that way.
It feels weird that it's a Monday. I just got home, about an hour-- or a little bit less-- ago. I don't feel like anyone else should have been at school today. It just feels weird. I also feel jetlagged, for some odd reason. Maybe it's because I got very limited sleep last night. We stayed up to watch "Bridget Jones's Diary" and it was rather very hot in that room. I don't know. I am going to need a humidifier in college, and also a pair of flip-flops. I really would rather have a bathroom right off my room. I would even clean it. Dorm bathrooms are so yucky, and I can't get up and go use the bathroom in the middle of night. By the time I get there, I'd be wide awake and never be able to get back to sleep.
I'm also worried about having a roomate that stays up until 3:00 in the morning every night. I know everyone tells me that I'll be staying up just as late myself, and that if I schedule my classes right, I'll be able to sleep in, but I just don't OPERATE that way. I need to go to bed early-ish (I will concede midnight, but I would really rather ideally prefer like 10:30 or 11:00), and I wake up earlier, otherwise I feel groggy all day. I can't study that way. I'd fail everything. It seems dumb to get a "quiet room" just for that . . . but I don't want to be difficult to some poor roomate I have in the future. I'm anal about sleep. I can tolerate anybody just about any time, as long as I've had my sleep. If I haven't had sleep or breakfast, the entire world feels my wrath and I breathe fire.
Ahh, well, we'll see . . .
I'm worried about all the dumbest things for college. I guess you're just not supposed to care, and just nevermind being dirty and sloppy and sharing everything everywhere, but, well, I guess I'm just too squeamish, still. Nevermind being away from home and all of that . . . I just want a relatively clean bathroom that isn't three miles away from my room, and a decent 8-hour night's sleep. Also cereal, but that's not hard to do ^_^ in fact, the cereal is probably even easier to do in college, since it's so readily available, and Mom won't be there making breakfast in the morning on the days when I don't feel like having anything cooked. I always feel so bad about that, because she does it because she loves me, but, well, I just don't want to eat it . . . and she gets complacent because it's early and she does it so much. Some her food just gets burned or cold . . . )-:
I'm going to miss being home. This is crazy. This is the end. I can never go home anymore?
. . . not unless I want to find Neil in my room and everything I have known to be in place replaced or moved.
No one else seems this sentimental. Kyle Morton at tutoring the other night said that he's going to forget about everyone and everything except his closest friends, which he will probably keep in touch with anyway, so it doesn't even matter if he remembers them or not.
Speaking of tutoring . . . should I go tonight? I'm so tired, and I've got some homework to do, but as long as there aren't many kids, I can do that, and not do that much else . .. yet, for some reason, I usually end up tutoring someone, and someone who won't leave.
Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm supposed to have this happy, generous, giving spirit as I try to tutor these children. Yet you try and do it at 9:00 at night when you've got homework-- for THIRTY HOURS.
*Has a bad attitude.*
Well, I am going off to go great about Beowulf the Great Dane . . . only not the dog kind . . . or something . . . blehh, I need some sleep . . .
