So after that horrible time in London, I finally went to Africa after those miserable two days. The rest of the trip was pretty great. I was exhausted though when we got there, because the past two days before that I had no sleep and was basically pissed the whole time. We also got there and it was about 10 in the morning, so my clock was all off. We got to this first hotel place, which was as much of a hotel as we were going to get. It was a really nice place. The rooms were tents, but almost houses. It had a floor and it had doors, unlike the other luxury tents. It also had this place where people sit and eat snacks and then watch wild animals come up and try and get your food. I just relaxed that day, and slept half of it.
There were all kinds of animals at this place. They were somewhat wild, or more like they weren’t in cages like at a zoo, but they were stuck in the same property so they have been used to seeing and interacting with people. It was nice for the first day. We were all pooped.
The next day we got up and got in our huge safari jeep and got ready to go. There are NO roads in Africa, so the two hour trips here and there from place to place throughout the trip was horrible. I was in the back, because I was the smallest person. The back made me almost throw up because of all the bumps. Ugh. I got so car sick. But anyways, the next place we went was a town. We got to rest a little bit, and have a nice lunch. Then afterwards we went on a safari.
The safari was amazing. We went to a place where it was a lot of different scenery. There was a part of the drive where we went up a mountain and it felt like we were traveling through a jungle. Then we also saw open areas where there were a bunch of animals. We saw giraffes, antelope, and cape buffalo. I was amazed at everything! My eyes were probably so big because of the sights. It’s really indescribable. This day I really thought I was going to see an elephant. But, I didn’t… so it was almost disappointing. O but that didn’t last very long.
The next place we went was in the middle of this huge park. Parks in Africa aren’t like the parks here. They are legit hundreds of acres of land where wild animals roam for the rest of their lives. This isn’t like the first place. I was literally scared. The place we stayed was an actual tent that could be ripped up by any animal that wanted to rip it up. We slept on beds, and had actual toilettes, but we had a zip-up tent door and a mosquito net over our beds. The first night we were there, I got so spooked because a warthog came by snorting really loud right by our tent. I peeked outside and saw these eyes looking at me. I almost screamed! I looked over around the back of the tent and I swear I saw about 20 eyes looking at me. I imagined they were harmless gazelles, but seeing anything like that looking at you in the complete dark was creepy.
The next day we went on a safari in the park. This place was so open, that in the morning we couldn’t get to our truck, because there was a herd of 12 elephants blogging our vehicle. They climbed up this steep hill and started charging at workers on this “campsite’s” property. Coming out of my tent around 8 A.M. and then seeing 300-2,000 pound elephants right in my face was not a great feeling. It was so cool though. I will never experience something like that again. Try waking up to elephants.
Finally, when we got out, we went into the rest of the park and saw so many animals. I think we saw close to 200 elephants and all these weird birds. My grandfather was really good at recognizing what kinds of birds they were, but I could have cared less. I think his favorite was this one called a lilac-crested roller. It was the funniest looking bird. Another funny looking creature was called a dik-dik. It honestly looks like a miniature deer that’s about two feet tall.
That day was the first day we saw lions. It was so cool. They were only about 20 feet away from our jeep, chilling in the “bush”. The “bush” is what the tall grass/bushes are called. Then, after seeing all those animals, we went to the middle of the park and ate a box lunch that they made for us. Eating with the animals was interesting. Baboons would come up to us and throw berries at us. They actually started attacking this one family. We parked right by them, but our driver warned us about these mongrels and told us to roll up our windows. This other family didn’t, and then went to the bathroom. When they got back, there were about five baboons running in and out of their truck. They happened to go into their stuff and grab their food out of their lunch boxes. They then started eating the food and chucking rocks. It was so hilarious; my mouth dropped in amazement.
After this day, we drove to another part of Tanzania and did a few different things. We went to an orphanage one day, and that was something special. These kids had nothing, and it was so sad. Their “toys” were flat soccer balls, and pieces of wood. Their idea for fun was chasing each other outside. The lady that was running the orphanage crammed 10 kids into three tiny bedrooms. It was so unsanitary and dirty, but that’s all she could afford. One child wasn’t even there because he had caught malaria and was dying. Another little girl had aids and was an orphan because of it. Her parents both died and she is expected to not have a great long life. Seeing people like that made me really take my life for granted. When I got back to the states, I appreciated everything a lot more. This wasn’t my whole trip, but this is a lot to read, and nobody likes reading these, so I’ll just stop writing! Haha.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
My London Disaster
This past summer I had a once in a lifetime experience; I got the privilege to travel to Africa for ten days. My trip getting there was a hassle though. My grandparents were the ones that took me and they thought because of the length of the flight that we should stop in London for about a day and a half, so we ended up doing that. I thought the idea was nice because it would have been like a 16 hour flight, but instead it was about 7 ½ hours to England, and then another eight hours after that.
So I was all excited, getting packed and ready for this trip. I just came back from the beach and the next day I was on the plane. Everything was going perfect until we got off the plane in England. The first thing that went wrong was the fact that we couldn’t find the baggage claim. After the red eye we took, and it being 6 A.M. there, we were all really grumpy. We were walking in circles, and the London-Heathrow Airport was so confusing. We finally found where we were supposed to go about an hour later. Then we tried to figure out where we should go. Should we go to downtown London, or should we try and see if we could drop off our bags at the hotel. We finally figured that we would find the hotel. So we try and find the buses to the hotel. This takes another 45 minutes at least. We finally find the bus terminal and get on a bus. We look at our schedules and papers and the hotel’s name is Holiday Inn. Well, yet another issue. There is more than one Holiday Inn in London. We ended up getting off the bus and getting all of our stuff settled. My grandpa went up to check in, just to find out that it was the wrong hotel.
So we wait another 20 minutes after that to get on another bus. Then we find our hotel finally. We drop our stuff off and wait for a bus. It takes about 15 minutes of all of us sitting there before we decide we should call a cab, because we have to go back to the airport to get on a train to go visit downtown. So we get in the cab, and get to the airport. By this time I’m really grouchy and pissed. I got no sleep the night before, and I didn’t want to go through all this mess. Anyways, we finally got back to the airport and then we try and find the underground subway system/metro. And again, this place is the most confusing place ever. There are no signs anywhere, and the levels are all labeled wrong on the maps. We finally find this stupid train. The underground ticket area is so confusing too. We had to get the European money equivalent to dollars, which is pounds, and then try and get tickets out of the money we had.
Alright, now we’re on the train. I’m relaxed and a lot more excited now that we are actually getting to the downtown area. This train takes about 25 minutes to get there, but that’s ok because I was stoked to see the London I see in the movies. It took us 5 ½ hours to get from off the plane, to downtown London. Wow.
After we get there, we try and decide what to do. I say, “Let’s try and get on one of those double-decker tour buses. The ones in all the movies. The red ones.” So we paid for tickets for a bus and waited outside for one to arrive. A bus is supposed to arrive every 15 minutes. But of course with the luck we have had that day, it didn’t happen. 45 minutes later we go into the place where we bought the tickets and ask for a refund. As soon as that happens, the bus starts to come, so we quickly decide to get everything together and jump on the bus even though we had just waited forever. The bus driver was a real tool too. When we got on the bus, my grandpa asked the driver what had taken him so long to get here. His response was, “Well I don’t care how long you’ve waited. I take my time. I get paid by the hour.” He then went to the first attraction: the “Arch”, which was dedicated to all the horses who died in one of the big world wars. He circled around it four times, and then parked it. Everyone was so confused. We then hear over the speakers: EVERYONE MUST GET OFF THE BUS. THIS BUS IS DISABLED AS OF NOW. My mouth dropped. Seriously.
We get off that stupid bus and get on another one. This one decides to be nice and give us a tour for awhile. We went to four attractions with this one. Yet again, it decides to become “broken” or “disabled” and everyone must get off. At this point I just wanted to go back to the hotel and go to sleep. We had to sit on this stupid bus ride for the next three hours; the buses only go one way. I ended up falling asleep on the bottom of the double-decker for about an hour. We finally get back to the stop we started off and got off. And again, we go down to the train station and get tickets, and get on a train. Everyone is dead at this point and we are all glad to be going back to the airport/then hotel. We sit down and wait.. and wait… and wait…
15 minutes goes by, and we are still waiting on the train. The conductor comes on the intercom and says, “I’m sorry, but everyone please exit the train. This train is no longer in service.” I busted out laughing and looked at my family members. Then they all started laughing as well. How did we seriously get stuck having the worst time in a new city. So we all get up, walk out of the train, and go on another one. As we are sitting there, waiting for this train to start, I look over and the other train that was “broken” is leaving. It just took off! My mouth dropped again, and everyone in my family was dying with laughter. My grandpa was crying he was laughing so hard.
How could I have such a bad day?! How does this happen?!?!?!?! There were points in the day where I wanted to just go home and forget about the trip, but I got through it. I guess I’ll tell you about the actual trip to Africa next blog post.
So I was all excited, getting packed and ready for this trip. I just came back from the beach and the next day I was on the plane. Everything was going perfect until we got off the plane in England. The first thing that went wrong was the fact that we couldn’t find the baggage claim. After the red eye we took, and it being 6 A.M. there, we were all really grumpy. We were walking in circles, and the London-Heathrow Airport was so confusing. We finally found where we were supposed to go about an hour later. Then we tried to figure out where we should go. Should we go to downtown London, or should we try and see if we could drop off our bags at the hotel. We finally figured that we would find the hotel. So we try and find the buses to the hotel. This takes another 45 minutes at least. We finally find the bus terminal and get on a bus. We look at our schedules and papers and the hotel’s name is Holiday Inn. Well, yet another issue. There is more than one Holiday Inn in London. We ended up getting off the bus and getting all of our stuff settled. My grandpa went up to check in, just to find out that it was the wrong hotel.
So we wait another 20 minutes after that to get on another bus. Then we find our hotel finally. We drop our stuff off and wait for a bus. It takes about 15 minutes of all of us sitting there before we decide we should call a cab, because we have to go back to the airport to get on a train to go visit downtown. So we get in the cab, and get to the airport. By this time I’m really grouchy and pissed. I got no sleep the night before, and I didn’t want to go through all this mess. Anyways, we finally got back to the airport and then we try and find the underground subway system/metro. And again, this place is the most confusing place ever. There are no signs anywhere, and the levels are all labeled wrong on the maps. We finally find this stupid train. The underground ticket area is so confusing too. We had to get the European money equivalent to dollars, which is pounds, and then try and get tickets out of the money we had.
Alright, now we’re on the train. I’m relaxed and a lot more excited now that we are actually getting to the downtown area. This train takes about 25 minutes to get there, but that’s ok because I was stoked to see the London I see in the movies. It took us 5 ½ hours to get from off the plane, to downtown London. Wow.
After we get there, we try and decide what to do. I say, “Let’s try and get on one of those double-decker tour buses. The ones in all the movies. The red ones.” So we paid for tickets for a bus and waited outside for one to arrive. A bus is supposed to arrive every 15 minutes. But of course with the luck we have had that day, it didn’t happen. 45 minutes later we go into the place where we bought the tickets and ask for a refund. As soon as that happens, the bus starts to come, so we quickly decide to get everything together and jump on the bus even though we had just waited forever. The bus driver was a real tool too. When we got on the bus, my grandpa asked the driver what had taken him so long to get here. His response was, “Well I don’t care how long you’ve waited. I take my time. I get paid by the hour.” He then went to the first attraction: the “Arch”, which was dedicated to all the horses who died in one of the big world wars. He circled around it four times, and then parked it. Everyone was so confused. We then hear over the speakers: EVERYONE MUST GET OFF THE BUS. THIS BUS IS DISABLED AS OF NOW. My mouth dropped. Seriously.
We get off that stupid bus and get on another one. This one decides to be nice and give us a tour for awhile. We went to four attractions with this one. Yet again, it decides to become “broken” or “disabled” and everyone must get off. At this point I just wanted to go back to the hotel and go to sleep. We had to sit on this stupid bus ride for the next three hours; the buses only go one way. I ended up falling asleep on the bottom of the double-decker for about an hour. We finally get back to the stop we started off and got off. And again, we go down to the train station and get tickets, and get on a train. Everyone is dead at this point and we are all glad to be going back to the airport/then hotel. We sit down and wait.. and wait… and wait…
15 minutes goes by, and we are still waiting on the train. The conductor comes on the intercom and says, “I’m sorry, but everyone please exit the train. This train is no longer in service.” I busted out laughing and looked at my family members. Then they all started laughing as well. How did we seriously get stuck having the worst time in a new city. So we all get up, walk out of the train, and go on another one. As we are sitting there, waiting for this train to start, I look over and the other train that was “broken” is leaving. It just took off! My mouth dropped again, and everyone in my family was dying with laughter. My grandpa was crying he was laughing so hard.
How could I have such a bad day?! How does this happen?!?!?!?! There were points in the day where I wanted to just go home and forget about the trip, but I got through it. I guess I’ll tell you about the actual trip to Africa next blog post.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Will Ferrell
My absolute favorite actor in the entire world is WILL FERRELL! I love him. You have to have this comedic sense of humor to love his movies though. There are a lot of his movies with “guy” humor too, so you have to understand that. One of my all time favorite Will Ferrell movies is A Night at the Roxburry. It’s relatively old, but I love it. His co-star is really funny in that movie as well. I also love Step Brothers, Talladega Nights, and Elf. Anchorman is a new one for me, but the parts I’ve seen and remember I absolutely love.
Step Brother is one of the funniest movies. I quote it all the time, and it seems like every conversation I have with someone I can use a quote in the movie. There are times when scenes say “That’s what she said” moments, but there is also little kid moments about who can have this special concocted “fancy” sauce.
A Night at the Roxburry is my all time favorite because it is one of the oldest movies Will Ferrell is in, and no one really knows about it. There are a lot of phrases that I quote, but not nearly as many as Step Brothers. It’s also funny because the two main characters wear really awkward, tight outfits that do not fit them well. There’s this one scene where they are both walking on the beach in skimpy speedos and they are trying to pick up girls. The pick-up lines are the funniest I’ve ever heard. In one scene Will Ferrell tries to talk as if there is an ambulance there. He makes a really loud siren noise and then says, “It’s the ambulance, coming to get me. Cuz the sight of you stopped my heart.” There are also points in the movie where the two brothers are trying to get into a bunch of different clubs and uses different moves on each club. Every time the two are not allowed in, but they keep trying. They must stand in about 10 lines, just to get rejected again and again. They also do this really interesting and memorable head dance while listening to the song, “What is Love?” After this scene Will Ferrell’s co-star bangs his head and shatters the glass window on the passenger’s side. For all that have seen this movie, you know exactly what I’m talking about.
And of course, I have to quote all of the other Will Ferrell movies, like the popular Talladega Nights or even on some terms, I’m pretty sure I’ve quoted Blades of Glory (yet another one of his movies). Will Ferrell is one of those actors that people either love or hate. Well, there are also people that don’t watch movies and have no idea who he is. But those people don’t count. I love his sense of humor, and most of the time I quote phrases from his movies because I have a personality somewhat like his characters. No I’m not a middle-aged man pretending to be a kid, or is acting like one. I do come off as a not so girly girl though, making me have that sense of humor. It shows as I am pretty much a tom-boy. But I guess I can dress up at times too. But anyways, yea I love Will Ferrell and I get so excited when movies come out with him in it because most of the time they are hilarious and awesome. Comedies are my favorite type of movie, if you couldn’t tell.
Step Brother is one of the funniest movies. I quote it all the time, and it seems like every conversation I have with someone I can use a quote in the movie. There are times when scenes say “That’s what she said” moments, but there is also little kid moments about who can have this special concocted “fancy” sauce.
A Night at the Roxburry is my all time favorite because it is one of the oldest movies Will Ferrell is in, and no one really knows about it. There are a lot of phrases that I quote, but not nearly as many as Step Brothers. It’s also funny because the two main characters wear really awkward, tight outfits that do not fit them well. There’s this one scene where they are both walking on the beach in skimpy speedos and they are trying to pick up girls. The pick-up lines are the funniest I’ve ever heard. In one scene Will Ferrell tries to talk as if there is an ambulance there. He makes a really loud siren noise and then says, “It’s the ambulance, coming to get me. Cuz the sight of you stopped my heart.” There are also points in the movie where the two brothers are trying to get into a bunch of different clubs and uses different moves on each club. Every time the two are not allowed in, but they keep trying. They must stand in about 10 lines, just to get rejected again and again. They also do this really interesting and memorable head dance while listening to the song, “What is Love?” After this scene Will Ferrell’s co-star bangs his head and shatters the glass window on the passenger’s side. For all that have seen this movie, you know exactly what I’m talking about.
And of course, I have to quote all of the other Will Ferrell movies, like the popular Talladega Nights or even on some terms, I’m pretty sure I’ve quoted Blades of Glory (yet another one of his movies). Will Ferrell is one of those actors that people either love or hate. Well, there are also people that don’t watch movies and have no idea who he is. But those people don’t count. I love his sense of humor, and most of the time I quote phrases from his movies because I have a personality somewhat like his characters. No I’m not a middle-aged man pretending to be a kid, or is acting like one. I do come off as a not so girly girl though, making me have that sense of humor. It shows as I am pretty much a tom-boy. But I guess I can dress up at times too. But anyways, yea I love Will Ferrell and I get so excited when movies come out with him in it because most of the time they are hilarious and awesome. Comedies are my favorite type of movie, if you couldn’t tell.
Fantasy Football
Fantasy Football seems to be something that only guys can do. Every guy seems to feel like girls do not even know the meaning of football, let alone fantasy football. Well, that’s a piece of crap. I was in a league with 14 other guys, and they thought I didn’t know anything. O yeah, and I won the league.
Guys expect girls to not know the difference between a quarterback and a cornerback, a defensive lineman and defensive back, a tight end and a wide receiver, an offensive lineman and a defensive lineman, OR right or left guard and right or left tackle (just a few examples). I guess I’m one of the few girls who do. Just because football’s a guy’s game, doesn’t mean girls can’t watch it or love it. I absolutely love football, and I think fantasy is really fun to be a part of. My favorite part is the draft. It’s so much fun preparing and looking at all the different sites or magazines. Learning who all the rookies are, and who the sleepers are, is exciting as well.
So the thing about fantasy football is that you could pick people from your favorite team, if you can get them before someone else does, or you can pick the tops of each section. For those who don’t know what “tops of each section” are, sections are positions that you can pick players from. Tops of the sections are the players that are ranked the highest in their position. You can also pick sleepers, which are players who are usually new in the league because they just graduated from college, and no one knows how they will do.
My team consists of two quarterbacks, three receivers, four running backs, two kickers, three tight ends, and two defenses. I guess I can say I have a solid team, but sometimes the projected points don’t reflect what actually happens in a game. For example, a receiver might be projected to get 7 points for a game, but he actually gets 14 or 21 because the touchdowns he scored. Defense can also get points by getting safeties and defensive touchdowns. I think I have a pretty good team this year. Even though I don’t have players on my favorite team, the Redskins, I have a lot of good players.
So, if you can’t tell already, I really love football and fantasy football too. It is hard to keep up with but I love figuring all of that out. Football takes up my entire Sunday, even if it is not my team I watch all the games.
Guys expect girls to not know the difference between a quarterback and a cornerback, a defensive lineman and defensive back, a tight end and a wide receiver, an offensive lineman and a defensive lineman, OR right or left guard and right or left tackle (just a few examples). I guess I’m one of the few girls who do. Just because football’s a guy’s game, doesn’t mean girls can’t watch it or love it. I absolutely love football, and I think fantasy is really fun to be a part of. My favorite part is the draft. It’s so much fun preparing and looking at all the different sites or magazines. Learning who all the rookies are, and who the sleepers are, is exciting as well.
So the thing about fantasy football is that you could pick people from your favorite team, if you can get them before someone else does, or you can pick the tops of each section. For those who don’t know what “tops of each section” are, sections are positions that you can pick players from. Tops of the sections are the players that are ranked the highest in their position. You can also pick sleepers, which are players who are usually new in the league because they just graduated from college, and no one knows how they will do.
My team consists of two quarterbacks, three receivers, four running backs, two kickers, three tight ends, and two defenses. I guess I can say I have a solid team, but sometimes the projected points don’t reflect what actually happens in a game. For example, a receiver might be projected to get 7 points for a game, but he actually gets 14 or 21 because the touchdowns he scored. Defense can also get points by getting safeties and defensive touchdowns. I think I have a pretty good team this year. Even though I don’t have players on my favorite team, the Redskins, I have a lot of good players.
So, if you can’t tell already, I really love football and fantasy football too. It is hard to keep up with but I love figuring all of that out. Football takes up my entire Sunday, even if it is not my team I watch all the games.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
What I Miss Most...
Being a freshman at Virginia Tech is a whole different experience. High school was so different. You saw the same people every single day just about. There were only about 500 students that I knew or at least I can say I knew all their names. High school seems like it was so long ago and sometimes I think back and I get kind of sad. Yeah high school was high school, and everyone says college is way more fun, but as of now I’m not too sure about this whole experience.
It sounds so weird. Most people are ecstatic to be going off away to school but for some reason I do not know if I feel the same. I do look forward to being here and experiencing this school and everything else that comes along with it, but I do miss home. I bet when people read this, they’re going to be like, “What in the world is this chick’s deal? She misses high school?!” I will have fun and it will get better I know that, but as of right now this is how I feel.
What do I miss most about high school and my life before this? Well, I think I miss the idea of “home.” I was one of those lonely kids, not having any siblings, and growing up with both of my parents breathing down my neck about everything. I love them to death but I guess being their only child, they were very protective and I guess you could say strict. I was not allowed to go out and be like all my other friends. I was not allowed to spend the night at friend’s houses if there were boys over. I was only allowed to go somewhere if I told my mom, texted her before I left and when I got there. She also didn’t get the fact that times are different from when she was growing up and my age. My dad is a little bit more lenient but because my parents are divorced and I don’t live with him, he doesn’t have nearly the impact as what my mother has. He’s still very active in my life but he doesn’t hear about all the times I haven’t told my mom where I was, and all the times I’ve gotten in trouble. Anyways, for a lot of kids going off to college they would be screaming with joy at this point, but I definitely wasn’t when they left on the 21st of August. Yea there are times I’ve said to myself, “two more months. That’s it. Two more months before I don’t have to deal this is crap anymore!” Don’t get me wrong, I love my mother and my father so much, I just needed a break.
I didn’t know what I meant by a “break from my parents” or how long I wanted, but being here and not seeing them at all is a lot different than I thought it would be. I miss them a lot. They have become two of my closest friends, as nerdy as that sounds. I can’t wait to see them too!
I also miss my boyfriend, which sounds stupid because who goes to school as a couple, right? That’s like the stupidest idea ever, but when we talked about it before we both went away, we decided to try and keep the relationship, especially since we’ve been together for almost three years. It’s worth a shot. He is actually the best guy ever, and I would like to think that we will work out over the next four years and eventually get married. Hopefully my dream bubble doesn’t burst. That wouldn’t be fair or any fun.
Let’s see, the next thing on my list of things I miss is my room. In my room were so many pictures of all my friends, some trophies I had won over the years for softball, and random stuff that goes in rooms. There were random books I never picked up, and cool shelving units full of stuff that no one ever touches again after they put them down. Little baby pictures were here and there. A lot of memories were in that room. I’ve lived in the same house, in the same room for probably 15 years, so there are A LOT of memories.
In my room there is also something new, something different that I’m not really used to. In June I started volunteering at my local PetsMart and fell in love with this five year old cat named Silvia. I ended up adopting her, but there’s just one problem. I have a cat, a twelve year old spastic and crazy cat. His name is Slick, and the problem is that he absolutely hates her. So now, in my room, there is a scared little kitty (12 years old). Now he sleeps on my pillow all the time, and he does this really weird thing where he burrows under my covers and sleeps under them. I’ll just see this little lump under my comforter and then I’ll throw back the covers and he’ll get all big-eyed and scared. He’s my psycho baby though and I love him. So yeah, I miss him and my room and him in my room.
Other things in my past that I miss include my friends in high school. None of them were true friends, except my boyfriend: Alex, longtime friend: Hannah, and best friend: Crystle. Everyone else I thought I really wouldn’t miss, but then I think about it, and walking around campus now, I feel like I’ll just see random people, but I don’t. It’s really funny too in my mind, because there are about 30 kids going here from my school, so you’d think I wouldn’t miss too many people. I guess there are those people that I always sat with at lunch, went to all the sporting events with, and hung out regularly; I guess those are the people I miss. My boyfriend is one of those people though. I miss him terribly.
So all in all, I’m going to be very happy when I go back to visit home. Eventually on breaks I’ll see all those people hopefully and be happy once again. And I also hope that I’ll eventually make more friends here at college. That would be the best thing, and I guess I’ve already met a couple of people that I can see myself hanging with for awhile. I guess they’re pretty cool (especially my English class! Haha uh…)
So I guess the argument I'm having with myself is: Am I gunna start being happy here, or am I going to spend too much time dwelling in the past? (And yet again, I'm pretty sure it'll be the first one, but we'll see)
It sounds so weird. Most people are ecstatic to be going off away to school but for some reason I do not know if I feel the same. I do look forward to being here and experiencing this school and everything else that comes along with it, but I do miss home. I bet when people read this, they’re going to be like, “What in the world is this chick’s deal? She misses high school?!” I will have fun and it will get better I know that, but as of right now this is how I feel.
What do I miss most about high school and my life before this? Well, I think I miss the idea of “home.” I was one of those lonely kids, not having any siblings, and growing up with both of my parents breathing down my neck about everything. I love them to death but I guess being their only child, they were very protective and I guess you could say strict. I was not allowed to go out and be like all my other friends. I was not allowed to spend the night at friend’s houses if there were boys over. I was only allowed to go somewhere if I told my mom, texted her before I left and when I got there. She also didn’t get the fact that times are different from when she was growing up and my age. My dad is a little bit more lenient but because my parents are divorced and I don’t live with him, he doesn’t have nearly the impact as what my mother has. He’s still very active in my life but he doesn’t hear about all the times I haven’t told my mom where I was, and all the times I’ve gotten in trouble. Anyways, for a lot of kids going off to college they would be screaming with joy at this point, but I definitely wasn’t when they left on the 21st of August. Yea there are times I’ve said to myself, “two more months. That’s it. Two more months before I don’t have to deal this is crap anymore!” Don’t get me wrong, I love my mother and my father so much, I just needed a break.
I didn’t know what I meant by a “break from my parents” or how long I wanted, but being here and not seeing them at all is a lot different than I thought it would be. I miss them a lot. They have become two of my closest friends, as nerdy as that sounds. I can’t wait to see them too!
I also miss my boyfriend, which sounds stupid because who goes to school as a couple, right? That’s like the stupidest idea ever, but when we talked about it before we both went away, we decided to try and keep the relationship, especially since we’ve been together for almost three years. It’s worth a shot. He is actually the best guy ever, and I would like to think that we will work out over the next four years and eventually get married. Hopefully my dream bubble doesn’t burst. That wouldn’t be fair or any fun.
Let’s see, the next thing on my list of things I miss is my room. In my room were so many pictures of all my friends, some trophies I had won over the years for softball, and random stuff that goes in rooms. There were random books I never picked up, and cool shelving units full of stuff that no one ever touches again after they put them down. Little baby pictures were here and there. A lot of memories were in that room. I’ve lived in the same house, in the same room for probably 15 years, so there are A LOT of memories.
In my room there is also something new, something different that I’m not really used to. In June I started volunteering at my local PetsMart and fell in love with this five year old cat named Silvia. I ended up adopting her, but there’s just one problem. I have a cat, a twelve year old spastic and crazy cat. His name is Slick, and the problem is that he absolutely hates her. So now, in my room, there is a scared little kitty (12 years old). Now he sleeps on my pillow all the time, and he does this really weird thing where he burrows under my covers and sleeps under them. I’ll just see this little lump under my comforter and then I’ll throw back the covers and he’ll get all big-eyed and scared. He’s my psycho baby though and I love him. So yeah, I miss him and my room and him in my room.
Other things in my past that I miss include my friends in high school. None of them were true friends, except my boyfriend: Alex, longtime friend: Hannah, and best friend: Crystle. Everyone else I thought I really wouldn’t miss, but then I think about it, and walking around campus now, I feel like I’ll just see random people, but I don’t. It’s really funny too in my mind, because there are about 30 kids going here from my school, so you’d think I wouldn’t miss too many people. I guess there are those people that I always sat with at lunch, went to all the sporting events with, and hung out regularly; I guess those are the people I miss. My boyfriend is one of those people though. I miss him terribly.
So all in all, I’m going to be very happy when I go back to visit home. Eventually on breaks I’ll see all those people hopefully and be happy once again. And I also hope that I’ll eventually make more friends here at college. That would be the best thing, and I guess I’ve already met a couple of people that I can see myself hanging with for awhile. I guess they’re pretty cool (especially my English class! Haha uh…)
So I guess the argument I'm having with myself is: Am I gunna start being happy here, or am I going to spend too much time dwelling in the past? (And yet again, I'm pretty sure it'll be the first one, but we'll see)
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