For some reason, when I use AOL, Blogger refuses to believe I have an advanced enough comp for their cool system, and I get the default one. Sucks.

Yes, I have been reduced to dial-up from my room. It's actually just about as fast as the network's been lately, and in the comfort of my room, as opposed to the grille. Here I can listen to my music and be in my pajamas. I'm in a Halloween frame of mind (it is on the way, after all) so I'm in my T-shirt from Howl last year and Boo! boxers. Come to think of it, I think this year would be a fabulous time to get new Halloween boxers. I'm on a mission, along with the sock mission. I haven't put up my decorations yet, but I'm hoping to this weekend...especially if the package my mom is sending gets here by then.

Anyway, so I'm in my room. Typing on my bed so I can reach the phone cord...it actually highly reminds me of high school; all that's missing is Stormy running across the keyboard. I'm full of memories today; maybe it's just all the talking to Ali, reminding me of when love was brand new and uncertain. Maybe it was going to Borders yesterday. Maybe it's the fact that my wonderful boyfriend bought me not only Thirteenth Step but The Fragile. The Fragile doesn't recall high school as much though, since I didn't own it. All those associations are muddled and far more recent. Sink until I drown...

All this grad school stuff is daunting, designed to intimidate. Imagine my surprise when I found out I could graduate at the end of the year. I don't feel ready, not at all. All I know for certain about grad school is that it won't be in this state, and that's a scary prospect as well. Sigh. I shall deal with that later.

I should actually do some work. However, I do so love comments. ^_^ And Ned Beatty.

Fixed ze Katie link (such a difficult child, she is)! Oh, and Katie...my mom shall search for the shirt , but she's apparently packed my room, so it may be difficult, but she'll give a valiant attempt before she sends my package.

Well, if you can believe it, my dorm still doesn't have the Internet. Nor do the rest of the dorms on campus. Once again, I'm at the mercy of using someone else's comp...someone with one of those godawful split-down-the-middle keyboards...sigh. Before Mike and Jacob kill me, though, he's unconscious, I promise.

Let's see, what's been new... French is seriously driving me insane. I study more for that class than I have ever in my life and I am still pulling mediocre grades. Am not used to this. Will not help GPA for grad school applications. Grrrr. I have only the consolation of knowing that if I took the two semesters consecutively instead of smushed into one I'd probably be fine. Actually, probably bored, since I can't imagine moving at the pace necessary to divide 15 chapters into two semesters. At any rate, I'm probably going to have to swallow my pride and have Charles tutor me next week. At least I don't have any other challenging classes this semester, cause this one is taking all of my time...

A new freshman in the house has a thing for Bill, and he seems to reciprocate, so now she's up in my room all the time asking me about what to do, since I, um, know. Words cannot express the weirdness of it. Weird that it's occurring, that it doesn't actually bother me, that I'm highly amused...I had reservations about her intentions at first, and I still kind of do, but I think now she actually does like him, and that whole new-young-should-I-hold-his-hand-thing is cute. Plus, you know me and gossip.

Yes, Jackie's kitten is adorable. I miss my cat, but he serves as a fun distraction.

Bridal fever swept over a few social groups and left, with minor damage. However, it left signs of how things may be once everyone is out school, ready to fully do the "grown-up" thing. I hope I get to be a bridesmaid a few times. And if I ever do get married, I know there are certain people who will be invited, even though I never get to see them or talk to them. Drew is a prime example, and the first that leaps to mind. Amazing how...tight-knit the group still is spiritually, if that makes any sense. And even if we don't talk to each other, you know we keep tabs on each other. We're scary that way.

Probably the biggest development as of late: I'm a DJ now at the college's station. It was one of most nerve-wracking things of the new semester, and now it's one of the most relaxing. It's amazing how much I truly enjoy it; we had the first meeting of all the DJs today, and later I think I babbled for about an hour about a rather mundane meeting, FCC regulations and such. But anyway, I'm on 91.5 on Tuesdays from 2-3 pm...oh, that's the other funny thing. I've been on for a few weeks, and none of my friends or family can/will listen to me. But it's been almost easier that way, cause I don't have to worry about screwing up in front of them. I feel quite independent. And now that I do, apparently we're going to be streamed sometime soon, so then they actually can hear me, now that I'm relaxed. Oh, and it's classical...basically, a variety of orchestral. And you always call with requests, former band geeks, and sure, I'll value your opinion *cackle*. Unless you're like this weird guy who called last week, but luckily we have caller ID.

My, but it is really late. I was planning on staying up through these downloads, but now I'm not too sure. Perhaps it is time for bed.

P.S. I still haven't heard the new APC album. But I refuse to listen til I can buy it for myself. Grrrr. :P

Oooh, the downloads are done. Wooooooooooooo. Bed.