this is a long one; i'm going away for the rest of the week, so i suggest breaking it into parts :)
orientation has officially scared me. wow, it didn't take long for me to be afraid of college, did it? get your bets on the table, ladies and gents. how long will i last?
the past two days were filled with handshakes, hello's and upper class orientation leaders who prided themselves on their utter lack of shame. we were coerced into wearing gross name tags (i was called "jessica," something very weird for me. it's just jess, you know? usually when people address me to formally, i automatically assume they are referring to someone else. jessica. it will take some getting used to when i'm older, i guess. but for now, jess is fine.) every time you wanted to know someone's name - slash - hometown you had to look at their chest, which is awkward. (both looking and being looked at!)
somehow i ended up being a bio major. beforehand, i joked that i preferred basketweaving, but now i'm seriously considering it. well, more seriously than bio anyways! i mean come on - bio 101, chem 101, bio 101 lab, chem 101 lab, calc II (that's calc TWO! as in, NOT calc ONE!!!!), and honors civ.
should i kill myself now or use my time machine to go back to may 2nd, the day after i sent in my acception letter informing pc that yes, i have chosen to grace them with my presence the next four years?
oh, also take note how i'm not taking spanish this semester. mm hmm. no room. i talked to my advisor, threw the first small scale hissy fit of my providence college career, was directed to the spanish professor, who told me not to worry.
it's eight hours later. i'm worrying even though i know i shouldnt be.
i'll call her again tomorrow. goddamnit, it's taken me six years to be fluent and i'm not going to blow it now, no matter how positively gorgeous the bio lab instructor may be!!!!!!!
anyways, afterwards, my dad consoled me by buying super sweet sweatpants, sweatshirt, and shirts from a college i never wanted to go to in the first place. almost makes up for it, i guess.
oh! remember this entry? yes, well, over a month later it still looks like that sometimes. finally i couldnt take it anymore today and was able to go to my optometrist (who 's boyfriend actually survived pre-med at pc, incidentally...) yeah, so guess what stupid blonde wore her *yearly* contacts for 16 months? mmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeee
i'm sorry if this entry was rather rant-ish. i do like pc, and i'm actually excited about it now that i've met such wonderful people yesterday and today. i'm trying to console myself by roaming facebook.com and reminding myself that these are my lovely classmates, whose presences i very much appreciated during orientation. everyone i met was so chill. definitely an excellent campus life, so i'm more or less stoked. thanks, guys.
tonight rye lau pat and i hit borders cafe and talked about butch lesbians. about 10 minutes later, pat wrote something on a napkin. there was one next to us. we tried to be discreet about peeking peripherally, but it was not an easy task - especially considering how we all read the note, then darted our eyes to her corner. ohhhh life, you crack me up. then lauren used the term "babymaker" and i think some vanilla nearly came out of my nose. i hadn't seen pat since graduation (oh-so-long-ago!) so it was really good to catch up on his sailing shenanigans and similar ish. and ryan's adventures of his first day on the job, about which i cannot speak because then i will be murdered. yep. it's that hardcore. no further information, your honor(s)!
well, i'm off to pack for florida now. i'll be back saturday. until then, my loves, i leave you with some much deserved pictures from spain (oh, the impatience of it all!!)
in our 400 shots of europe, this is my favorite. it is in burgos, which is a pueblo in northern spain (valladolid province), the hometown of ines' dad. it makes you wonder where the stairs lead to, when they were built, what's on the other side.... well, this alleyway peaked my curiosity, anyways...
burgos, again. so quaint and utterly picturesque. the main street's sidewalk, complete with necessary cafes and delicious tapas, treelined and providing sufficient shade from the scorching sun.
this is plaza mayor, where the bulls are corraled after stupid people run with them (god, i want to do that so badly someday!!!) see those little slats in the stones, about 10 inches wide? yeah - that's where people have to hide so that the bulls (and their ferocious horns!) cannot hurt them. mmm hmm, nuts, ain't it? i heart spanish people for life.