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a long and thouroughly pointless post
Sep. 3rd, 2004 08:46 pmToday I woke up too late, even though lying in my bed half-asleep under my comforter with my face half buried in a pillow listening to classical music was rather enjoyable. I ended up getting out of the house late as well, and my dad gave me a ride to the U District, where I picked up a passport application and then found a place to get my picture taken.
Huh. Mother says the picture makes me look like a young woman, or something. I don't know. I can see how I could be pretty in it if I weren't washed out and looking suspicious of the camera. Blah.
I went to Half-Price books, looked for SU books, got distracted by Shakespeare and Nick Hornby and comic books...I read the entirety of Sebastian O (vol.1) which is kind of creepy...found Homer's Odyssey. Four down....a lot to go.
I saw Adrienne yesterday! Huzzah! So very odd--I hadn't seen her in seven years, which is a long time--but so much fun. We wandered about downtown and then went back to my house for dinner, and talked. I might drag her to Chocolati tomorrow, if she calls me (call me, Adrienne!).
I sorted through clothes and semi-packed for college, and made a pile of ones to take to Buffalo Exchange. They never want my clothes, but it's always worth a try I suppose...and I have a rather nice pair of shoes to sell.
College...is weird. I want it to start soon, I want to pack and move in and change everything right now--and at the same time I am trying to cling to the last bits of summer and trying to see my friends--those of them that haven't left yet, or aren't leaving--and I'm trying to straddle two realities at once, and that's only okay for another...shit. Fourteen days. I look forward to it and at the same time wonder what the hell I'm getting myself into...
But that's normal. I'm worried, but I'm not worried about my worrying...if that makes any sense.
I'm going to go eat some ice cream now. A little bit. Today at lunch I was going to have ice cream afterward and then discovered I had no desire for dessert of any kind. Which was really, really odd...my sweetooth had totally deserted me. (Luckily it came back a bit later and I ate a cookie. But I was still kind of proud of myself in a twisted way.)
Huh. Mother says the picture makes me look like a young woman, or something. I don't know. I can see how I could be pretty in it if I weren't washed out and looking suspicious of the camera. Blah.
I went to Half-Price books, looked for SU books, got distracted by Shakespeare and Nick Hornby and comic books...I read the entirety of Sebastian O (vol.1) which is kind of creepy...found Homer's Odyssey. Four down....a lot to go.
I saw Adrienne yesterday! Huzzah! So very odd--I hadn't seen her in seven years, which is a long time--but so much fun. We wandered about downtown and then went back to my house for dinner, and talked. I might drag her to Chocolati tomorrow, if she calls me (call me, Adrienne!).
I sorted through clothes and semi-packed for college, and made a pile of ones to take to Buffalo Exchange. They never want my clothes, but it's always worth a try I suppose...and I have a rather nice pair of shoes to sell.
College...is weird. I want it to start soon, I want to pack and move in and change everything right now--and at the same time I am trying to cling to the last bits of summer and trying to see my friends--those of them that haven't left yet, or aren't leaving--and I'm trying to straddle two realities at once, and that's only okay for another...shit. Fourteen days. I look forward to it and at the same time wonder what the hell I'm getting myself into...
But that's normal. I'm worried, but I'm not worried about my worrying...if that makes any sense.
I'm going to go eat some ice cream now. A little bit. Today at lunch I was going to have ice cream afterward and then discovered I had no desire for dessert of any kind. Which was really, really odd...my sweetooth had totally deserted me. (Luckily it came back a bit later and I ate a cookie. But I was still kind of proud of myself in a twisted way.)
