Taste of Success

So today was rather nice. I can't really boast that I've stepped out of my comfort zone yet, but I'm a lot happier than I was a few days ago. And who knows? Maybe that's the way it was meant to be, or at least for now anyway.

I helped the old friend I mentioned yesterday get her books and such and we went to the Terrier Tailgate together (although they lied to us about the free food which totally sucks). I was wrong about the girls I met up with yesterday; they didn't ignore me like I thought they would. The girl I knew did text me about going, but I was the one who decided to be an asshole and kind of blow her off. I mean, maybe I should have given it a chance, but I doubt they missed me. I didn't feel that comfortable around them and I'm sure they had fun as a group, so personally I think it worked out.

Plus I finally got to meet this other freshman I've been talking to for months. It was a great experience and I was really happy that I got to meet someone completely new (in the sense that I didn't meet him face-to-face before). I just hope everything works out.

Tailgate was relatively fun though, even if they lost in the end. BU was leading 2 to 1, but UMass-Amherst scored in the last four seconds and put the game into double overtime. After the first overtime though, Amherst quite literally just took the ball and ran with it. One of their players just charged straight through everyone else... and scored.

It was a pretty horrible feeling, especially since this was a "grudge match" and victory would have been sweet. But oh well... maybe things will work out in the end for them too.

So yeah, going back to my last post, if I could label this day with any adjective, despite the setbacks... I think it's pretty close to being fantastic.

Ehhhhh

So today was a little better. I walked around campus multiple times this morning to check out where my classes were and how far they were from each other. Then in the afternoon, as much as I wanted to meet completely new people, I finally decided to text people I met at Orientation. I met up with one who introduced me to the group of people she was hanging out with, but I'm not sure if that's where I belong.

Then coincidentally, on my way into my cousin's building, I actually ran into one of my old friends from the city, and to my surprise she happened to be living in the same dorm. I hung out with her and her roommate for a couple of hours, and to be honest it was rather nice. We've made plans for lunch tomorrow, so I feel a little better. Plus, I have plans to meet up with another freshman for this other event going on tomorrow, so I'm looking forward to that too.

Ugh, I know this is getting very very journal-like, but I guess that's just what's on my mind right now. But I can't help it. It took me twelve years to secure the friends I would keep for life. How long is it going to take for me to find a group of real friends here? Sigh... I guess we'll see. Maybe tomorrow will be fantastic... and if not, I guess it gives me a reason to look forward to class.

Dawdling

So due to my lack of friends thus far, I've admittedly been feeling rather lonely. I've been with my cousin, but now that her friends are beginning to move in I really need my own group of friends. Seriously, I spent the night alone in my dorm and I was dying to talk to someone. I did meet a few people in my hall yesterday; one of my neighbors to my left I actually met back at the lab three years ago and one of my neighbors to my right seems really nice too. When I told him I was a freshman though, he was like, "Ah, that's why you're doing the door-to-door thing." Hah...

Ugh, but I can't wait until tomorrow when half the freshmen are moving in. To be honest, I even sort of want classes to start so I can meet people. (I know I'm going to regret that wish...)

Oh, and in other news, McCain apparently chose Palin as his running mate. Seriously? What is that? And I though Obama screwed himself over by choosing Biden! He must be playing on the idea that he's going to die in office if he thinks women are going to vote for him . Please, I would hope women aren't that shallow!

Blogging from Boston

So after a long process I'm officially in Boston and settled in. I arrived on campus around 1 PM, and thanks to the magnificent Boston streets I finally managed to reach my dorm around 1:30 after going around that part of the city twice. (One way streets + no left turns + city traffic = annoying.)

I've met my suitemate, who seems pretty nice. (My roommate isn't coming in until Monday.) I've found a place for all my things and finally finished unpacking around 1 AM (don't worry, I didn't spend all 12 hours on it). After going out to dinner my internet finally began to work too, which was a relief, although I still need to go through this complicated process to renew my student e-mail account.

I do have the help of my cousin though, which is awesome. After helping me unpack yesterday, she slept over, and today we're going to see her parents and sister off and then run a bunch of errands around campus.

But I really can't wait to start the day. I mean, I have to admit, yesterday I did feel strangely. I was optimistic and hopeful, yet feeling so vulnerable at the same time. I've never worried about leaving, never thought I would miss my parents, but I can't really deny that I was actually a bit sad to see them go. I've been telling everyone that college was like a really long trip, that there's no reason to be sad because you'd see everyone again, but regardless, I found it pretty difficult to follow my own advice yesterday.

But oh well. Today is a brand new day, and today I start a new chapter of my life. From this point on I'm going to be strong... as long as I find some friends first. Hah...

Stay tuned for pictures...

Migrating

So I'm almost done packing... sort of. Somehow, every time I look around the house I realize there's something else that needs to go. And so much for packing light... that is definitely a thing of the past.

But yeah, starting tomorrow I'll be blogging from Boston. Stay tuned for my adventures as a college student... hah.

Last Minute Business

So after spending half my day napping, I've suddenly come to realize that I still have quite a number of things to get done. I still have a bunch of things that need to be packed and my room still needs to be cleaned. I also need to sift through my computer files to see which documents I need to take with me (as I'll be using my laptop instead), and I've actually just realized that I need to download several programs onto my laptop (my photo uploader, Photoshop... if I can even find the CDs). Seriously, the more I think about everything, the more I realize that I actually have a lot of things I can forget.

Ugh, it doesn't help that I have to do all the laundry tomorrow and stop by work to fix my timesheet. (So I wasn't subtracting my lunch break from my total hours... big deal. Honestly, I shouldn't be getting paid the same amount as the newbies.)

Sigh... Well, my last day home seems like it's going to be a pain. But at least I can legally drive now as of this morning (not that it matters either since I'll be living in a city and without a car for at least another four years).

Rawr

Sorry for my absence... I was actually planning to blog last Wednesday, but I was so flustered after a [disastrous] intern dinner that I couldn't write for days. (Coworker X was there. Enough said.)

Then yesterday, as much as I was (for the most part) pleasantly surprised by my two artsy-fartsy friends' appearance at my door, and with a copy of our school's super-delayed literary magazine for me in their hands no less, I was horrified to find out that the people altered my artwork... I mean, seriously? They had the nerve to cut off writing submissions before the actual deadline so that none of my writing was even considered, and now, the only work of mine that did get in, they decide to mess that up too? And why was mine the only picture altered! Bullshit!

I hate you, Kaleidoscope. You took my shittiest poems last year and put them in, even messing one of them up, and then you took my sole piece of artwork and stripped it of all its meaning. ALL OF IT. Even from an aesthetic point of view, it sucks now. To me, its only beauty was in its color and its contrast, but now there's none of that. (But that's what happens when you take it upon yourself to recolor my artwork goddamn PURPLE.)

Ugh... and the FedEx guy came this morning with my laptop. Except the laptop isn't in my hands right now. Why? Because of course, he just happened to come in the freaking FIVE MINUTE TIME FRAME during which I was showering... Ugh! I knew knew knew that was going to happen! GRR!

Sigh... back to packing now, which is quite frustrating itself.

Lucky Eight

So I thought this was worth sharing... you know, just to add to your quirky but not-so-necessary knowledge of the world. (I would have written about it myself, but I'm too lazy to actually explain anything right now.)

Oh, but if you're looking for some really cool eye-candy, this is pretty sick.

Not in Kansas Anymore

So today we played a seriously massive prank on our fellow intern, JSF. Apparently, a tornado touched down nearby, and so my intern manager (yes, he's basically my boss) decides it would be a fantastic idea to prank call the other interns who aren't working this week, and tell them that the tornado ripped through the building and that it was now in ruins.

Now, in order to make the story more believable, we decide to get Coworker X (who also isn't working this week) in on the prank and concentrate the blow towards JSF. We brief Coworker X on the fabricated background story, who then proceeds to call JSF and sell him the story that our coworker just called her while hysterically crying, that she's been told that the building was destroyed, and that everyone was across the street at the gas station minus a couple instructors and our intern manager who all unfortunately went missing.

Naturally taking the bait, he tries calling us immediately, but half of us don't get service in that area and the other half cleverly turned off their cell phones. The one cell phone that we leave on, we don't answer when he calls, and afterwards we listen in on a "two-way" conversation between Coworker X and JSF, who worriedly tells her that he can't get in touch with anyone.

Next, its our turn to jump in. One of us calls JSF back, quickly expresses her worries, and abruptly hangs up on him in mid-conversation. Then we go upstairs, where our intern manager pulls up from the internet a sound file of sirens, which we play in the background as we call and hang up on him again.

He tries calling someone else, and we pass the phone to a different person each time the connection "cuts-off." We all sound worried, scared... when it's my turn, I tell him that FatMan has fainted and that he's bleeding from the head (under the suggestion of our intern manager of course).

He calls the phone of another intern, who we tell to act dumb and pretend that she left work early. She pretends to take it as a joke, and to his dismay tells him that it wasn't funny and hangs up on him.

Predicting his next move, we proceed downstairs where we hear the phone ring. We accidentally miss the call, although he immediately calls back the intern who supposedly went home and reports to her that no one picked up.

Ready to give up the act, she persuades him to call again, and although he refuses at first (for he really thinks it's useless at this point), she gives him the cell phone number of our intern manager, who is standing there beside us ready to expose our plot.

Of course, he calls, and our intern manager answers coolly...

"Hello?"

"Hey, J--, it's S--. Is everything okay?"

"Hey, S--. Yeah, everything's fine."

"Oh... where are you?"

"I'm in the downstairs prep lab. Why?"

"... Nevermind."

He hangs up, and we call him back with our own phones. We're all freely laughing by this point, and we admit to him everything and tell him how much we love him. In response, he laughs, and tells us that he hates us all.

He calls FatMan while we're on the way home, when I again reiterate how much we love him. He's upset that we "took advantage of his love and goodwill," but he brushes it off and admits that it was "very well-played." Finally though, he asks us where we got the idea from...

"So how did you come up with the whole idea? We're you guys like, thinking, 'Oh, let's think of a way to fool S--?'"

"No, it was all [our intern manager]'s idea."

"... I hate that man."

Good times, good times.

Fiesta

So I'm a bit upset that I had Mexican-themed food all day (Taco Bell for lunch, Baja Grill for dinner). I swear, after I had that Crunchwrap Supreme I was ready to throw up, and I only ate half of my quesadilla for dinner. I am, however, delighted to report that work went very well today. The air felt lighter, purer... and as serious as I am about that, of course I know that it was probably all in my head. But that's okay. As long as I feel good psychologically, I feel like I can get through anything.

In other news, my tennis team decided last minute to have a reunion today. Really, only five other girls managed to show up, but it was a good group and it was still fun. We played on the [ghetto] elementary school courts (cracked and netted with a short metal fence) for probably 20 minutes (possibly less), and then we went out for dinner. Afterwards, we stopped at Starbucks where we ironically ran into our first singles player, although she didn't stay with us. Then after chatting there for some time, we went to our teammate's house... which was absolutely ridiculous. Gorgeous pool, gorgeous interior design, home theatre, weight room, sauna, pool table, hot tub, tanning bed... Seriously, if the hamlet I live in is considered affluent, then it's people like her who significantly up the stats for the rest of us.

As I was in her pool and walking around her house though, I began to feel bad because I started wondering if anyone ever took advantage of her (which is sort of how I felt tonight). But then I brushed away the thought and figured that she's an alright person, so she'll be fine.

I mean, I guess it's nice to have a big house with everything you could possibly want in it, but I'm sure all that money comes with a burden as well. Seriously, as simultaneously intrigued and disgusted I am at her house (and as lame as it sounds), I think I'm actually just glad that I have work to look forward to tomorrow.

Interesting...

So these past few days have been pretty interesting, and by interesting I mean amusing, skeevy, and spontaneous...

FRIDAY: So maybe the universe agrees with me (or I'm just a little conniving bitch), but somehow, I think I helped create a rift between my coworkers. Now, it's probably bad that I find this more amusing than upsetting, but honestly, I can't help but love the fact that I'm not the only one who finds the personality of Coworker X (as I shall call her) bitchy, annoying, and simply repulsive. Seriously though, I can't stand the constant sex talk, the frequent meowing, the retarded and condescending valley girl voice she uses at random... And my other coworker (who I shall refer to as the Jewish Stick Figure or JSF) also hates how she bosses him around while she sits there texting on her iPhone the whole damn day. She was being especially bitchy though on Friday, when she got pissed at JSF for no real reason and forced us to wait until she finished eating before we could eat ourselves. I mean, I didn't mind; I've definitely grown closer to a few of my coworkers this week and I'm fine with that. Our little group ate outside together where it was calm and relaxing (although this is what I meant by "creating a rift"). But seriously though, the point is, not getting laid the other night doesn't give her the right to be a bitch to her coworkers...

SATURDAY: So my friend BrownMan is a phantom in a local production of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, and I found out that it would be his last show since he's going away for the next three weeks. Therefore, three of my friends and I make the decision to go see it, armed only with the forewarning from him not to raise our hands when they ask if there are any Rocky virgins out in the audience. Well, in addition to what another friend told us, we ended up being so skeeved out that (after arriving there an hour early) we stayed in the car for a good half hour before we happened to see him walking in. Then like the idiots that we are, we started shouting out the car window in order to call him over. When he came, we asked him to brief us on the show, and all he told us before running off to get dressed was that he was weirded out the first time he saw it too (not a good sign if you know his personality) and that it was about sexuality... and not in the sexual orientation way. So we're all really really skeeved out already when we entered the playhouse and found out to our horror that it's tiny (I would say it had a capacity of around 60 people). Normally, that probably wouldn't be a bad thing, but Rocky Horror relies on a lot of audience interaction... and let's just say the small theatre gave my dear friend the ability to interact with all of us. (Oh, if I could count the times I've expressed my hatred towards him... hah.) But I suppose it was okay. I was way too tired for that midnight show and the audience was waaaay too obnoxious for me to actually hear or understand anything, but he was happy that we came so I was happy too.

SUNDAY: So since the show started a half hour late, it didn't actually end until 2 and we didn't get back to Loo's house until 2:30. I was dead tired and looking forward to falling asleep, but of course, when you have a sleepover, you don't actually go to sleep. So we spent a few more hours talking and ended up sleeping from 5 to 11, when we woke up to tasty chocolate chip pancakes, courtesy of Loo's mother. Afterwards though, I went out with my parents to go grocery shopping, although I made sure I got myself to the mall as well in order to take advantage of a Victoria's Secret sale (hooray for saving $66 on underwear).

So yes, that was my exciting weekend. Be jealous. Although honestly, I really do feel happy... I spent time with friends and tomorrow I start another week of work, where I'm looking forward to having less worries than before.