It is 1:48 AM. I have a baby shower and possibly a river walk tomorrow (and by tomorrow, I mean today). I am, in no way, a night owl. I should be dead to the world right now. But I'm not even asleep yet. It has been storming outside. This definitely qualified as a thunderstorm. I can't sleep, and it's not because I'm scared. It's because I absolutely adore thunderstorms. The gorgeous, rolling clouds today have busted into thunderheads full of noise and lightning and wind and rain and even some hail, and I love it. So, because of a wonderful day full of final classes and plans for moving into a house and oing stage make-up and being productive and thunderstorms, I am giddy and joyful and will not being going to sleep any time soon. I have no idea what I'm going to write, but I want to write, so voila, here we are.
You know how Mom always said that time goes faster the older you get? I said she was crazy. And, like most of the things that she said when I was little, I know understand what she meant, and I'm not even old yet. I finished my last class of my sophomore year at approximately 1:34 PM today, and it hit me - I'm almost halfway through with college. Wait, what? Didn't I just start? And while freshman year seems a lifetime away, it seems like this year just started.
It's crazy.
It's scary.
It's exhilerating.
It's... weird.
In some cases, I still feel like the seven-year-old climbing trees. Heck, I climbed a tree yesterday. In some cases, high school doesn't feel that far away. In most cases, I feel like I have learned and grown so much more in the past two years than I ever thought I would, and I'm not even done yet. I have no idea what kind of woman I'll be when I graduate.
Two years ago, I wrote a list on Facebook of things I had already learned in college. I think I'm going to spend the rest of my awake time adding on to that list.
Where there's a hill, that's the way.
Never ask for seasonings on fried rice.
Earplugs will survive a washer and dryer cycle.
You can't teach an old TV new tricks.
The straps on Wii remotes don't always safeguard against dented walls.
Cash serves little to no purpose.
Nothing is open on Sundays/any day that I have time off.
Sunburns are beautiful.
A heavy backpack will even out the bass drum aches.
iTunes is totally retarded.
Something will always be forgotten in the shower, so plan for return trips.
Anything in the Bookstore can be found at a half price someone on the square.
Lanyards are handy, but not around your neck, please.
I know nothing about technology.
Sweatpants pwn any other kind of clothing wear.
I'm ugly. =)
Circle buildings do, in fact, have sides.
Walking alone after hours is definitely scary.
My calves are getting ferocious.
Planners serve a definite and useful purpose.
Thesauri pwn televised wrestling matches.
Showers are akin to acupuncture.
I'll probably get lung cancer by entering and exiting the Hall.
I am a compulsive "misplacer".
It is impossible to shave my legs standing up without nicking myself.
The music department has it's own time zone, roughly a week later than reality.
I'm going to love it here.
If I bring my umbrella, it won't rain.
Signing up for the studio Tuesday night at 8:00 is futile.
Nobody will appreciate my poufs.
High-quality earplugs are just as easy to lose as the cheap ones.
I should get "Famuermeuermer" tatted on my arm like cool football players do.
Gullibility is a sign of an mental disability.
The words I mispronounce and the stupid things I say make me a legend.
A three year losing streak CAN be broken.
Working shower drains and odorless kitchen sinks are taken for granted.
My name will one day be Kat Quinto or Kat Ventimiglia.
The electric bill is higher because I live here.
I will leave my flash drive in the lab once a week.
Pterodactyl.
Sidewalks will be cleared of snow immediately after your first class.
There is nothing cooler than nearly grown men playing Pokemon.
My bedroom is where we congregate to chat about nothing at all.
Mulled cider apparently smells like rotten pumpkins.
Things rot in the vegetable drawer.
There are not enough opportunities to wear show level eye makeup.
I want to be on What Not To Wear just for a makeover.
Due to hair dying, I now have to buy a door.
Painting walls the color of masking tape was genius.
Name any creature Sugarplum and it will be evil and die.
My friends now know I'm crazy and nod their heads and smile.
Something is always beautiful walking across campus.
I actually understand music theory.
Scissors disappear.
Hannah Montana.
The love/hate relationship between snare drum and I has shifted more towards love.
Winks fluster me.
Two laptop exchanges later, and my files still get corrupted.
I was right - I do love it here.
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