- My brain is Inception crazy even though I've only seen the movie once so far. The current showings are in Auburn, a town or so away (and where campus is, for that matter), but it still seems like a hardship to go and catch one...though I'm there every day for class anyway. It's better to keep it as 'repeated showings of Inception are not good for my headspace' and call it a day. A lame day, but whatever.
- I am in love with the grapefruit soda by Safeway. Not so much in love with the fact that it's currently impossible to find pumpernickel bread in the immediate area.
- I miss gas that was under $2.80 a gallon.
- Campus is downright gorgeous, the coffee girls are nice (though Starbuck's coffee has yet to make me go into raptures), and all the parking lots are connected.
- I've made friends! Okay, so we do seem to have a little cabal going, and we all know how easily I fall into cabals and whatnot, so that's nifty.
One of the cabal thinks that based the fact that I', "energetic", I'd should be out doing marketing, or be a buyer for Nordstrom's or something. Dunno where to class that one yet.
- I'm cranky, peppy, frustrated, tired and about to commit hari kari because of Microsquish Access.
- Adjusting to the weather so far, though I have started carrying my baby space heater around the apartment with me, and I'll be investing in an electric blanket, warm socks, and a pair of boots this weekend (as it has sadly become apparent that a Winter of Chucks might only succeed in my becoming a popsicle, and enough people are all ready ragging on the Florida girl and waiting for her to weep from the bitter cold and rain -- that doesn't even HURT as it falls...so it's just wimpy rain, really -- so boots it is).
- School will probably kill me. Unless there's a freak windfall, there's no going home for the winter break, and if I can manage it, I'll try for a cheap fare to NYC in the spring just to kick-start my soul before the final push.
I actually think that if I went home for any break, I might never convince myself to come back. Then again, there's the large, sparkly-emo part of me that wants all my friends at home to forget that I exist so I can just...something.
That last might be a clue that the sooner I'm off the Inception kick, the better. Still, there's grapefruit soda and good cheese in the fridge -- things to be happy about.
