Happy March! I am actually working on my Con West paper (and yes, it is 12:30 in the morning), but I got discouraged when I saw what little information Google had on the Platonic Journey, so I figured if I wrote a blag and listened to myself typing, I could fool myself into thinking I was getting work done...like, to someone who wasn't looking at the screen right now, it would sound like I was writing the most kickass paper ever. Which I will be...soon...I swear.

Since yesterday (or the day before, I suppose, since it's technically March now) was the 6-month anniversary of move-in day, and therefore our appointed Roommate Day, I'll take this opportunity to respond to Monica's entry. Don't listen to her! She's all wrong! I'm not the cool one. Monica is the hot one, and the nice one. I mean, who else was voted Resident of the Month twice in a row? (She claims the first one doesn't count, but whatever way you look at it, she rocks.) And for the record, that time at Trader Joe's, I emphasized the word roommate to impressive everyone that I was actually friends with my roommate. I get all smug when I hear other people's roommate horror stories, because the housing department was so nice to me. Dang! How warm and fuzzy. For real, Monica's the bestest roomie. And I'm really impressed (and thankful) that she stuck with me since move-in day.

As for current observations, there is a bit of broken glass on the floor from one of the Christmas lights, and I feel bad that my keyboard is so loud from when I spilled SoBe all over my laptop the other day, and my paper is still not getting written.

So, we've been in college half a year now (but if you look at the academic calendar, we've completed almost an entire year of college - that's wiggidy whack). Often when I'm walking down Broadway on my way to class every morning, I think "damn, I'm so glad I go to school here." Really, I probably wouldn't be completely satisfied with college no matter where I went, but I don't think I could be happier anywhere else, because I love it here a whole lot. So as a disclaimer of sorts, I'm very pleased with my choice (since I was this close to not even applying to NYU) and I wouldn't dream of transferring. That aside, I'm disappointed that I still feel like a senior in high school most of the time, in the sense that you could put me back in a classroom at AHS and I'd probably start thinking I was still a 17-year-old who was failing AP calculus and spent all my time thinking about Project Runway. (Don't get me wrong, I still love Project Runway.) And it's very clear to me why, too, so I suppose I just wait it out, but to quote Homer Simpson, the waiting game sucks, so let's play hungry hungry hippos.

Midterm week is our favorite. It's 1:15 in the morning and I'm wide awake and have a paper to write and two midterms tomorrow and have to get up in 5.5 hours. You'd think I'd learn after a while, right?! But it's okay, because I knew this would happen, and I know I'll write my paper and do alright on my midterms and I can look forward to taking a nap tomorrow afternoon. And holy bananas, spring break is in about a week! I'm a little frightened of it (why? shhh) but it'll be sooo nice to have nine days where I don't have to think about Dante's Divine Comedy or motion of human gait or relationship between parenting styles and attachment styles or direct object pronouns lo/la/li/le/etc. On a side note, did I really just say holy bananas?

A few final points:
1. Download Third Eye Blind - Motorcycle Drive By
2. I tried to put in a link but now it won't let me write anything that isn't undlerlined. Oh noes! But it's so random it's hilarious, so I shan't worry.
3. Catawba County? ROOOOO!

And now, my paper is calling. Write meee! Write meee!