Long Time No See

God I'm tired. Usually I would start with something a little more theatrical, but not today. Today I'm just dog-freaking-tired.

I'm ready to start over. College...less than a week and I start. Tonight I spend my first night in a dorm.

I've been putting together my blog on the "college experience"...kind of designing it as a social experiment. I've got my first few writings already, i.e., intro, why the hell am I going to A&M, and the beginnnings of why the hell was I ever upset about going to A&M (otherwise known as: how fish camp changed my life).

So ready for this. My idiocies of the past are somehow wiped clear...here's to hoping I don't replace them. Knowing me, of course, I probably will, but whatever. That's where the "youth and ignorance" part comes in.

I got a guitar for graduation a few days ago, maybe a week. My parents are freaking amazing, it's a nice little Yamaha. I've got a "Guitar for Dummies" book as well and two people who will possibly help me out with the learning part (one of whom I have to find by being a creepy almost-stalker since the facebook he gave me isn't coming up under the search, and one of whom I can't tell if he's joking or not when he says I have to pay him. Like I have money...what a laugh.) In any case I'll be torturing myself until I can do this acceptably. I have GOT to start getting my music onto paper, or it's going to make me insane even faster than Finale does. So, here I go, again, on my own...

Is that all? Probably not. Definitely not. But it's not like this thing is my diary, just a running commentary by one youthful ignorant chick who'd like to get something right once in a while. Not to sound depressing or anything, I'm actually pretty happy right now. Content. Content's a good word. I'm content. It's a nice feeling, and a really nice change.

My opinion, as always. I'm going to work some more on my other blog, I suppose...it seems redundant to say too much about college on here when my entire other site is about college life.

Thought: when several faces are on the same foundation, they meet at the seams. The problem is determining where those seams are, and what shape they will take.

Ah, well. Not a question for me to ponder in the state of exhaustion I am in. Metaphors aside, my life seems too nutty to compartmentalize well at 11:30 at night after 4 days of way more physical activity than I am used to.

I'll ponder tomorrow. Night.