Rediscovering

Ignorance

Tuesday, October 15, 2002

Oy! Am safely tucked away at college. Loving the shit out of it, too, except for the boy situation. Meh. No big deal; Morgan (elder sister guru type) says that it would be healthy for me to be alone. I'm inclined to agree with her as I've had a history of involving myself with ex-drug dealers, perfectionists, and assholes. Everyone's got standards, mine just happen to be so high that I give up and go for whatever's on the table.

My program is hurtling along brilliantly. I just finished the 2nd week art assignment and now have some lovely paintings to hang in our dingy little common room which is starting to gain a nice homey feel. In an hour, I'm going to go to seminar, and after that, be interviewed for the paper. Nothing special, I don't think, but hey. It's sunny out, and windy, so I'm getting beautiful patterns of light through the dense trees surrounding my windows. Everyone here is exceptionally friendly, and except for an uncomfortable situation last week which spawned much homesickness, I'd have to say that I really wouldn't rather be anywhere else. I went home last weekend, and I found myself thinking of my dorm as home because all my stuff is there. It was an odd feeling, especially having lived in the same room my entire life. Ah well. What can you do? The getting was slow, because I didn't know (literally) anyone except one dude I worked with a long time ago. But I've found some chums to hang out with, and all my roomates are wonderful, lovely people. Nothing worth it is ever easy, anyway.

I forgot how much I absolutely love art. I've reinstated myself into the world of acrylics, a very confusing, versatile, and rewarding medium. I was painting and reading from an instruction book at the same time, so my series looks like a progressive sort of work. I'm also burning incense in my room right now (the lovely smokey Japanese kind) and praying to whoever's listening (hopefully not the fire department) that the smoke alarm doesn't go off. It's a big, messy pain in the ass.

I miss the crap out of all my friends, especially Alissa and the sober B-town crew. Heavy duty gratitude/nostalgia is setting in over here, with the exception of a certain poophead. Ah: I'm also going to homecoming this year with darling Scott, my 15 year old comrade who accompanied me on many a summer hijink. Right now, I'm looking at a pic of him cramming in a sandwhich that roughly the size of his head. It's very charming. I briefly felt nerdy for returning to a high school event, but then I remembered that I wasn't actually enrolled in high school, which might make it even more fun because I can fuck with everyone and not get kicked out of school (but possibly arrested as am now 18...so annoying behaviors will have to be legal...). I'm also going to attend the football game, which is funny because my high school team just set the record for the greatest loss in a game. I think it was 0-80.

Am slightly sleepy as I've just ingested one of the best sandwhiches known to man, compliments of the Housing Community Center. Hm. More later.

Anemone Ra 11:55 AM