25,000...roughly
Weather: Hot and humid. Ewww.
Mood: Incredibly sleepy and worn out. I've been so drained this entire week.
Book: Physical Chemistry -- P.W. Atkins.
Movie: None, currently. But I would like to go see Garden State soon.
Music: "Monster" -- Charlotte Martin.
Subject of post: The number of people who attend the university that I am currently attending. It's strange...so many people crammed in such a small area, and I run into everyone I know, regardless. Ah, yes, the start of the fall semester. Such a different atmosphere from the summer. But interesting, nonetheless. I'm slowly approaching the end of my first week...which is always great because you can stock up on free food/drinks/toys/random things.
Here's the rundown this time around:
Monday, Wednesday, and Friday
8:30-9:20 -- Honors Understanding Music
9:30-10:20 -- American Federal Government
10:30-11:20 -- Honors Calculus IV
12:30-1:20 -- Physical Chemistry I
Tuesday and Thursday
9:30-10:20 -- Quantitative Analysis Lecture
10:30-11:20 -- Quantitative Analysis Laboratory
Thursdays
3:30-6:20 -- Physical Chemistry I Laboratory
Great, huh? That, in addition to figuring out when to do Honors Research, where to volunteer, and how to find time to study for the MCAT. I'm so confused, and I have no idea where to start. Just trying to stay busy to keep myself out of trouble.
Goodbye, 1st year...my freshman/sophomore year. Hello, 2nd year...my junior year.
*Sorry if this entry is lackluster, but I haven't had creative time lately. :(
un-prose
So much time has passed
Since this dull pain started feeling everyday ordinary
I stopped watching the clocks a few months ago
Because I didn’t see the point anymore
Playing phone tag and the silence game
Is our recess from college knowledge
Even though the long-awaited break has come
And summer sun has lingered upon us
I am just now beginning to feel its warmth
By pushing memories as far as possible
Back towards the door that opens
To wherever you were, are, and will be –
Some barrier to save me from myself
To give me comfort and security
And so I smile and nod because I can finally change
Without looking to you with uncertainty
I can play solitaire and really mean it
I can do dinner for one and enjoy the cloak of mystery
I can walk with only my self-consciousness
But sometimes you walk right through the wall I’ve built
And I would rather have a tickle war
I would rather chat and split dessert
I would rather feel the warmth of your hand in mine
And these sometimes become more and more frequent
Until I wonder why, if we said we cared so much about the other
Why was it the last thing ever meaningfully said?
Why haven’t we said, “Tag, you’re it”?
Why hasn’t one of us lost the silence game?
Where are you, where am I?
So much time has passed
just a little peek
A picture. Since I finally got myself some online photo album storage goodness.
