Hmm.
So Winnie has posted a little somthing on her xanga about missing IMSA.
I don't know if I miss it all that much.
I missed some on the people a LOT. Actually, most of the missing I did was in May and early June, when it hit me that I wouldn't be seeing these people together again. Ever. This community. I knew exactly what I would have said as graduation speaker, but I wasn't nominated. Look back into late May and June in this blog. That will prove it.
(Side note: Typing is really annoying when your "V" key has broken off.)
I am more observant than most people. I know this. And because of this, I realized that the IMSA community would dissolve earlier than most people. And I started to miss the community, even before the dissolution: Graduation 2008. I loved the small community feeling. Not this big-ass city feeling of the University of Illinois with its 40,000 people. I have to walk for 10 to 15 minutes to get to my classes now. Hell, it's enough that there are MULTIPLE BUILDINGS which hold classes.
I'm not even that well in touch with the people I knew from IMSA. In this busy world, all we can really do is be friends with the people around you, in your immediate situation, for the most part. That is, except for on weekends.
All I can do is make my OWN small community. And I'm developing one, here on the higher floors of Hendrick House. We've got a group of *counts* 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 rooms that are mostly intertwined. At least there are about 15-20 other people that I hang out with on the top floors here. And there are still many more that I talk to. Outside of Hendrick House, I don't have many friends, though-- besides my high school friends, of course. I talk to a few people who live in the Champaign residence halls (6-pack), and that's it.
Since I've done most of the missing of IMSA people in May and June, I'm actually pretty okay with being tens to thousands of miles from IMSA people. And with my new webcam, I can chat with some of them. I've talked to Macy via webcam at least 4 times by now, and he's in Florida. He's pretty much my best friend from IMSA. He's definitely my best friend who's in a different state.
It's rainy and windy. I can hear the wind whistling.
I've been REALLY fucking tired. I don't know what it is. I've been getting 9 to 10 hours of sleep every night since Saturday night. *shrugs*
I just have to accept that I'm going to have only breaks to see my friends from far away.
I'll go see my IMSA friends. But first I have to study calculus.
I've consistently had one mid-term EVERY week since September 18. Isn't that insane how evenly it's been spread out? It holds true until this week. I don't know if I have any tests next week.
Lately, I've been working on learning Viva la Vida (thanks Coldplay for making a song title with lots of V's in it when my V key is broken!) on the piano. I've been really successful doing so- that's going on youtube.
My grandma died on September 21. I never was close to any of my extended family, my mom's side having been mostly dead since I was born and my dad's side being just plain strange. So it wasn't as big of a deal as it could have been. Still, I've decided to go to the service, and it's this weekend. The thing is, it's in Michigan-- the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. So I have to be driven three hours north to home, and then another 7 hours north to the service...and then back again. I've been in a bit of a road trip-withdrawal, so that's good.
The guys next door are douchetacular. And by guys, I mean just one guy. The other one just seems like a douche, but he's actually a good guy on the inside. He just puts on heirs like he's a douche because he thinks it's...cool? He isn't himself, and I don't like it. But I like himself...just not him so much.
I didn't think that alcohol would be so omnipotent here at college. But it is. The douche next door has been vomiting in our toilet at least twice. I don't understand how you would willingly get drunk enough to poison yourself.
I see drinking and doing drugs as cheating at life. If you can't get pleasure in any way other than altering your reality, you aren't doing it right. The words "failing at life" come to mind.
I've got to study for that calculus exam Friday. I have a chem lab that day, too. Chem labs are so tedious. Fuuuuuuck.
And Jones soda ROCKS!
Pure cane sugar KEEPS ME GOING!
FUCK HIGH-FRUCTOSE CORN SYRUP!
THE RIZZLE DIZZLE Y'ALL!
(I am not a sellout.)