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| 12.5% and Other Random Thoughts Dr. Zale (bless his crazy soul) informed us that 12.5% is how much of our undergraduate college career we freshmen have now completed. And now it's Christmas and I'm home, and a whole slew of thoughts are going through my head. The one thing I will take with me from this trip is that things will never be the same in Corinth, Mississippi. When I came back for Fall break and Thanksgiving, everyone pretty much fell back into the old high school routine. Everything settled back into place, as if we had been gone a weekend instead of months... But not this time. This time I feel what I was afraid I would feel all semester: the growing apart. It was inevitable and I knew it would happen, but all the same, it's hard to take. There are just so many of us, spread out too unevenly. I always felt like I was lucky, because a lot of Millsaps friends dreaded going home, whereas I was always excited to come home to Corinth and see everyone. I was also always excited to leave Corinth and go home to Jackson, back to the life I lead now. Two homes. Two good homes. I feel torn between two good things. I want them both and I don't know if I can have them both.... God, that always seems to be my problem, doesn't it? Jackson is my home now. And it's the first home I've chosen for myself. Shitty roads, drug busts, ambulance sirens, and all. I chose it, and in some way that makes it more meaningful than any other. For a long time I thought that even after I went to college Corinth would still feel like home to me. Now I realize that, as soon as my parents move away (which is bound to happen eventually), Corinth won't be home anymore. Sure, I will always have fond memories of this wonderful/Godawful town, but home will be where my family and friends are. There's nothing tying me to this place except my memories. And I'll always have those with me. I don't want to lose my high school friends. Some of them, I know that I won't. Some of them, I feel like I've already lost. I made a lot of mistakes in high school. I was young, and somewhat idiotic. Now, I'm not saying I'm not young and idiotic currently, but I learned a lot in high school. I learned my limits (in more ways than one), I learned what true friends are, I learned what it is like to be lied to, I learned what it was like to get your heart broken (by boys and friends alike). I learned to let people into my heart, and I learned that some people should never have been let in. But I learned. Am I older and wiser now? I'd like to think so. But then again, I always was sort of full of myself. | | |
| I Don't Think I'll Ever Fall in Love I'm just not cut out for it. Wow. Xanga. Wierd. It's been awhile. | | |
| So I'm Starting to Wonder... If Xanga is worth keeping up with...
If I would be better off without Facebook...
If I could really live without either of those...
If I am EVER going to finish my Heritage paper...
If I am EVER going to get to sleep tonight...
If I am going to regret that 11:30 What-a-burger run tomorrow...
If I can find a smoking jacket anywhere in Jackson, MS for under $5...
If this week is going to live up to my expectations... In any case, I'll let you know how it all turns out. | | |
| Watermelon Orgy.. Er, Uh, I Mean, Bust 2006 Yesterday I learned that there really is nothing like getting covered in cooking oil and sliding face first down a slide of melons. And it was amazing. And more than slightly disgusting. Our team (The Bad Seeds) pretty much killed it in all events: the watermelon slice basket, the watermelon toss, the relay, the seed-spitting contest, the watermelon eating contest, and the watermelon slip-n-slide. Which, at the end, turned into the Watermelon Warzone. Friends turned against friends, brothers against brothers, suitemates against suitemates. Watermelon was being thrown around, stuffed down shorts, rubbed into hair, and generally finding it's way into every crevice of clothing possible. People were sliding all over the place, falling on top of each other, crawling and slipping and grabbing limbs everywhere. When it was all said and done, we didn't win the competition, but we had a blast (or should I say a bust?) trying. After trudging back to the dorm, leaving melon bits with every step, I took two separate showers and shampooed my hair four times just to feel normal again. Then I played in the rain. So, all in all, a great day. Now I'm definitely eating lunch on my futon, watching the Disney Channel, and putting off doing homework or showering before I got to the football game. I love college. | | |
| "That's Like 100% More Readable!" So it's been a week. A week of getting up early and going to bed late. A week of dressing up way too much. A week of hearing the question "what are you going to wear?" at least 47 times a day. A week of sorority stress. A week of intense procrastination. A week of learning that Easy Mac should really ba called not-so-Easy Mac. A week of new friends (and a couple old). A week of Katherines, Kathleens, Caities, Kathryns, Catherines, Katies, and every other spelling imaginable. A week of house hopping... a lot of house hopping. A week of inside jokes. A week of utter exhaustion. A week of hilarious stories. A week of Sital. A week of stalking Rather Dashing John Forrest. A week of roommate problems on our hall. A week of not cleaning, and cleaning, and assembling things, and being generally domestic. A week of "caf dates." A week of dry erase boards. A week of getting ready together in the bathroom. A week of High School Musical. A week of the stalking of Rather Dashing John Forrest getting really creepy. A week of the Tivo not working yet (i.e. terribleness). A week of Target trips (three to be exact). A week of hall meetings. A week of pictures, but not enough pictures. A week of getting to know you. A week of getting to like, or not like, you. A week of visitors. A week of loving college. A week of being sick of college. A week of loving college again. Rather Dashing John Forrest tidbit of the day: He's the props guy for the Millsaps operetta coming up. And he wore a green shirt last night. EDIT: And he kind of hurt my feelings tonight. | | |
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