Some other thoughts on college...
Aug 11, 1999
As yet, I have no address. I have no physical address. I have no virtual address. The only thing I do have is a slip of paper proclaiming that my room number is B206 and a vague recollection from my weekend in Santa Fe that there is, in fact, a St. Michael's Hall. Other than that, I have really no assurances that I am not simply driving off into the void.
Well, I'm not exactly driving into a void, just New Mexico.
I wonder if I will feel some sort of change come over me when I cross the state line. I thought I might feel it when I graduated. But I didn't. So perhaps, when I lift my feet up from the floorboards of our car (as tradition dictates) I will feel some sort of electric current that runs through my body and says "Yes. You are a college student." Probably not. I've noticed that very few milestones in life come with tingly electric feelings. I'm only eighteen, but I've still passed a few milestones in my time. Never the less, few if any tingled.
So I'm off to meet my destiny in Santa Fe. My destiny and my roommate. It's a good thing her name isn't Destiny, or I might have to have a serious spiritual thinking session and wonder why the universe was playing silly boggers with my head. Her name is, thankfully, Amanda. Only weird thing about that is that when I was little, I named 1/4 of my dolls Amanda. Maybe it's Karma. I'm going to try not to think about it to much lest my brain turn to jello. Which would be messy.
I don't want to say goodbye to everyone. Especially not my boyfriend and my two best friends. Strangely, while one of my best friends and I have been disagreeing lately, the other and I have grown closer over the past few months. I think it will be good to get a little distance between myself and the one, while I fear loosing the other to the miles. And I don't know what to do about the boyfriend.
In any case, I'll be back in October, and I'll be waiting to see if anything has changed. I have an irrational fear that I will come home and nothing will be the same. And maybe it won't be. Or maybe I'll come home and everything will be the same, and I'll be the one that's changed. I'm a pisces. I abhor change.
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July 11, 1999
Jul 11, 1999
I went shopping for college stuff yesterday, and it is amazing the kind of stuff that you never really realize you're going to need. Like a salt and pepper shaker. I'm going to have to cook some (or live on stale pizza) because my meal plan doesn't cover all my meals, and so my Mom figures I'll need basic cooking utensils. Hence, a salt and pepper shaker.
I am also having untold difficulties finding sheets that I like. First I had to decide, cotton, jersey or flannel. Then came the big question of colors. Mom wants everything in my room to match. She was pulling out the sheets to see if they match the rug or if the pillow cases match the trash can. I could care less as long as they don't make me puke when I have to look at them in the same room. She also wanted me to ask my room mate if she had a color scheme already. And I didn't because I don't care. If my room mate has a color scheme, I'm probably not going to like her very much.
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