Well I’m officially back to school, already a week into classes, and it feels like I got here yesterday. I’m living in a house with 7 girls, all my best friends. We threw a party the first weekend here. It was awesome, not much to tell really, nothing crazy happened. Except we did fit about 70 people into our not-supposed-to-fit-70-people sized house. Thank god nothing got broken.

Then was the first week of classes. Again, nothing terribly exciting. Granted, I start at 9:30am every day which is much earlier than I’ve ever started before (yes, I know, I’m VERY spoiled) but I like that I finish earlier than everyone else in the house. With the buttload of reading I have to do every night, the quiet time is important. But it’s not always quiet which is why I snagged some ear plugs from the library.

I only have class Mon-Thrus. That’s right, 4 days weeks, 3 day weekends. Personally, I think that’s how life was meant to be lived. I was much more productive and much more motivated to go to class when I knew I only had 4 days of it. Coffee is still my best friend, and this year I get to make it in my house! I don’t have to buy it on my way to class…probably going to save me a bundle.

Of course, I’m also buying and cooking all of my own food (save for the on campus meals my full ride boyfriend with a free meal plan treats me to every now and then). Right now I’m actually in the kitchen making potato salad for the week. I like to plan ahead since Mondays are a long day for me (from 9:30am till 6:40pm). I also made soup earlier which was delicious.

Turns out, after one week, I’m the only person in the house still cooking. Yay me!

We had a cookout yesterday, got pretty big. It was pretty entertaining, but then left to go to some other parties. That the thing about starting drinking at 4:30 in the afternoon. You’re home in and bed with cheesy fries watching Bring It On with your boyfriend by 12:30am. Aren’t we exciting? haha

All in all, it feels like I only just got here because nothing really crazy has happened yet! We are all still getting into the routine, and right now I’m back into school mode since it is Sunday night. Sure, I finished all my homework and aside from cooking I’m watching the new Futurama movie, but yeah, totally thinking about school.

This probably sounded like a laundry list of things that have been going on. Don’t worry, more interesting things to come. Oh, and I’ll leave you with a funny text from this morning/afternoon.

–> “New addition to the list of things that are not fun to find in your mouth the next morning….pubic hairs”

Oh college…

College is your friend getting really drunk and deciding it’s a good idea to pee in a bush outside a sorority dorm. Then proceeds to yell “OH MY GOD, IT’S THE SWINE FLU! I CAN HEAR IT! IT’S RIGHT NEXT TO ME!”

I’m pretty sure she was talking about a bug.

She then steps out of the bushes and says, “Great, Now I have AIDS.”

I had to pick leaves off her the entire walk to the bar.

Maybe I’m just a little bitter. Or maybe, my instincts are accurate. Personally, I hope I’m just bitter.

Last night I put on my very favorite red dress that I always feel so good in because it’s just one of those dresses that looks good, no matter what. I wore it last night because I hoped that I would see new boy out, especially since I hadn’t seen him or really spoken more than a few texts here and there with him. I did my hair all nice, put on nice makeup, and went out for another night which can only be described as a flop of an evening.

Not only did I never see or hear from new boy last night, which I find frustrating in itself, I was subjected to the bitter tears and angry words from three different friends who all, of course, were not having a good time. I don’t remember when I was put in charge of them having a good time, would have been nice to know ahead of time.

Well, on top of that, I actually spent the entire evening talking to the wrong boy. Instead of new boy, who I am actually interested in and enjoy the company of, I got to hang out with the sob of a bitch that enjoys stringing me along for months at a time.

Two years this ass hole has been around, then not around, around, then not around. And I did eventually become fed up with it and move on. He of course, has not done the same. No, instead he sees me at the bar and makes an immediate b-line for me. He knows I’m seeing someone new (or not seeing, as it turns out) and still manages to throw all his game at me.

Arm around me, flirty touching, etc. etc. Even tried to buy me shots and walk me home. I wasn’t having it. I also wasn’t drunk. Cold medicine plus booze has proved a bad move, and I wans’t about to make that mistake. But I had about a beer and a half, and everyone else had most definitely had more. Always puts a fun spin on things.

Well eventually old jack ass boy got the hint and went home, not before trying to take me with him, but I had other things to deal with, such as the two crying girls that I had to take home. One crying because this guy that she kinda likes we basically ignoring her, and the other, well, she was just crying. Never figured that one out.

But we get home, and I find my roommate in the room, upset for the third night in a row. I’m sick of hearing her whining at night while she is drunk, especially when I get to hear it all over again the next morning because she didn’t remember that she had told me the night before.

I’m very much looking forward to my single room next year.

I still haven’t heard from New Boy, despite having sent him a text asking him how his night went. He was on a pub crawl with other friends, maybe he’s just really hung over, and I’m just bitter.

Or maybe the way I feel is actually right on the dot? Either way, there are two weeks left of my sophomore year, and while all i have left is two projects, a final paper, and a pass/fail exam to take, it still seems like it will be two very long weeks.

College is going into a one person bathroom with two others girls you just met in line that you said hi to, and now you’re best friends.

College is providing a bed for your friend that pulled an all-nighter to sleep on while you and your friends get ready to go out drinking.

College is when you stay out till 4:30am playing Mario Kart Wii, making midnight Walmart runs, and watching creepy movies the night before an exam, then waking up an hour before your exam to study, running there….and acing it.

I fucking love college.