So I'm sitting in the BYU library listening to this girl talk on her cell phone to her mother, I think. It makes me really happy to know there are other people like me out there. She's talking about how she speaks German and how in the German music she listens to they swear a lot but no one understands it except for her. She then proceeded to tell a story about how her roommates listen to soft-core pop and pop/country hybrid music and how they get upset when they hear a swear word in their language but couldn't care less if it's in another language. Baha.
So...this whole going back to school thing is interesting. I find walking through the massive crowds of people aggravating but interesting. Aggravating because I see so many people who are more or less the same - seriously. I saw three girls walking by each other who had the exact same hair color and only styled moderately differently. The coats are all the same, the boots paired with skinny jeans are all the same. It's like BYU had a uniform people studied while buying their college wardrobe.
Apparently I didn't get this memo.
However, it's interesting because I can't help but see these people and try to picture who and what they are. Every single one. I receive immediate impressions about them from their dress, if they're listening to an I-pod or not, how their hair is styled, how fast they're walking, how they react to the people around them.
I do this without thinking. This may or may not make me a complete freak.
So I need to take some pictures of my new apartment so I can post them on here.
That being said, I had the COOLEST day yesterday...except I left my camera and home and couldn't chronicle it. Which was probably a good thing because by the end of skiing Stanley and I looked like hot messes - hold the hot. He actually looked fine. His faux-hawk was a little wilted, but other than that he looked normal. I, however, had half-curly half straight hair, bloodshot eyes and make-up that was only half on.
It was awesome.
However, I now have more music in my collection, including some old favorites that I absolutely missed and needed to have, plus some new stuff too (love Jon McLaughlin, love!).
Except now I can't climb or descend stairs without some intense pain. Holy crap. I haven't felt like such a baby in a long time. We were only skiing for like, 50 minutes when I had to stop. Lame.
I have about, oh, 5 hours of homework to do tonight. That's all I'm planning for this evening, that and laundry. I haven't done laundry in a few weeks and the time is most definitely ripe. I just have to go to my interview meeting thing with Juan and Macaroni Grill and from there I will be studious and amazing. And clean. That way I can wake up and go to Arabic tomorrow at 8.
Boo.
Toodles!
-Jillian
2 comments:
Hey, your writting a blog again how wonderful! I love hearing from you and that things that are going on. How did your interview go at Macaroni Grill? And jill your not a freak about thinking what people are like,I do it from time to time- I think wow, we were all up in heaven together did I know this person. Was I close to them, what are there lives like? what are there likes and dislikes etc. Now that's a little more freaky then you. How are your legs doing? Do you plan on sking again? How is Arabic going at 8:00 am? I don't know if I could do a 8:00 class. Good luck sweet heart! Love Ya! Call soon!
I love that I had this exact same conversation with you like two days after you posted this. LOL. It's so true though. I think I'm morphing into one of those clones. I don't like that feeling. I think it's time to grunge it up a little. All that will take is a little reflection on Jackson Hole and my hippie days. What do you think?
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