Those Summertime Blues

I noticed today that due to the uncharacteristically nice weather outside today, everyone was itching to get out of class and even more itching to be on summer break already. I cannot say I was not one of them, but it seemed extremely widespread. Something about the warmth of the sun beating down on you makes you get those visions of sitting on the sandy beaches, bathing suit clad, tanning it up, playing volleyball and diving in the sand to make that perfect save, or whatever those other kids do at the beach. Everyone around me today was dressed in good clothes, and I even bothered to put my makeup on for the first time since moving back on campus for the semester. But as it got darker, our dreams of feeling the summer heat beating down on us slowly began to fade, and it got colder, driving people back into their sweats and yoga pants. In some ways, I could not be happier that today is over, but I wish I could have seen the sun and felt the warmth a little longer than I did. It would have been nice to pull out a blanket and go lay on the grass out in the sun. But instead, the cold sent me dashing back inside to work out, dance, and attend to my studies before they get ahead of me and I lose all ability to keep up.

Just Peachy

Going through the abyss of makeup boxes sitting on my vanity I found a most peculiar sight; an almost untouched tube of peach lipgloss. Not having been one to wear peach lipgloss since middleschool you can imagine my surprise at the thought. But, nevertheless being adventurous I tried it on. While I cannot say I hated how it looked, I sure did not think it looked normal on me. Though, this is coming from the girl who wears nothing but red, tan, or magenta. After having stared at it for a while, I decided that it might be a welcome change for a bit to wear a more youthful shade. At least until it runs out. I never thought I would ever see myself in a light color other than skintone tan in my entire life, but I guess you can break a habit, even ones as strong as a makeup routine.

Dorm Life - "A Fresh Start"

Moving into another dorm this semester, was an amazing experience, and not even because of the fact that I got away from all the problems I had last semester. While the dorm itself isn't as nice as the one I was in before, that says nothing about the people living in it themselves. Here there is an environment like no other; the boys all go out to the gym and dinner together, and everyone is extremely social. Sure there is a fair share of partiers here, but you will find that anywhere when you have a bunch of teens living together in one place. There's never a dull moment here, and there is always someone popping into your room to say hello or to have a long conversation. We will see how things pan out as the year goes on, but these people seem amazing to live with, and extremely easy to get along with.

I can honestly not say that I miss being in my old room, though I loved having all that space in the common room of our suite to have people over. It is a nice change to have roommates that want you to go out with them, and will not take no for an answer. We had so much fun last night at a school event, which the last time I was at with my old roommate was so boring that I left to go back to my room twenty minutes. There are so many times that I wished I could have had a fun conversation with my old roommate, and last night there were so many fun and funny moments in conversations that my sides were hurting today when I woke up.

To all the commuters out there, you are missing out on a really beautiful thing, once you get over the drinkers and the partiers, the people you spend time living with are really amazing in a dorm. You just have to get it right when you room with someone in a small space and be as easygoing as you can be. Once you stop caring so much about how stupid the people around you decide to be and start to focus more on not being stupid yourself, everything turns out alright.

Moral of the story: Everyone should try to spend a year on campus taking in the valuable experience of living with a bunch of other people that you may, or may not, like at the beginning, middle, or end of the year.

I Am Just A Big.Kid.

Anyone else keep getting this phrase from their parents lately? "If you want to be treated like a big kid, you have to start acting like one..."

I only see one flaw in the fact that they keep telling me this, they dislike the ways in which I decide to be a big kid. I commented on wanting to move out and live in my own apartment a few weeks ago, and she countered with a reminder that if I actually do that I will have to have a job and a car and be able to support myself and the rent to do so. As all big people do, I thought about the whole idea more and came to the conclusion that maybe I would ask someone to move in with me and split the rent. Only problem is... They will not agree with who I wanted to ask to move in with me. They would have more horrible things to say about that than about me staying at my boyfriend's house for the weekend to save him gas money... (It is also to spend the time with him.)

I decided, after acquiring a job for the school year and the summer, I would like to go on a trip just me and my boyfriend, to spend some time just the two of us (Without having to deal with school, parents, siblings, household responsibilities, or jobs) for a week over the first break we can afford. Turns out that requires both of us to work most likely MOST of the weekend, reserve as much of our money as possible, plan the trip ourselves, AND deal with my mother's flack as soon as she finds out we are going together. Not to mention, heaven save me if she gets the crazy idea in her mind we are sharing a room...

She wants me to grow up and make decisions that relate to my age, well I have news for her... NO SHE DOES NOT! If she did she would let me make these decisions, and she would help me work towards them not make me do it all on my own. Part of growing up is making these choices, yes, but part of it is also about learning how to get the resources to achieve them as well, right? Why is she not the one teaching me this, rather than me fumbling around in the dark looking for the metaphorical lighter to light the freaking candle so I can find what I am looking for.