If you believe in Rock 'N Roll
So the way I see it, it's November 1st. While that may seem like something obvious, I've decided it means a little more.

See, what my problem (among many, I know) is that I let it build up. I have something I want to write and share and then just no time to write it up and post it. Then I put it off till the next day but by then I don't want to write it but have new things from that day that I want to type up. But traditionally and linearly I can't skip the first day and write the next day or it'll be out of order and not make sense and all that. So then I can't write the new day until I've done the first day and so on and so on. This thusly causes quite the backup. Months and months long unfortunately. And that leads me to the first. First of November. And I've decided yet again to let go of the baggage of holding out to writing the first day and just start with now again.

That's why this keeps happening.



I realize you all've missed out on my move-in and adjusting up here and all the little goings on and such. Big stuff. Sorry. I really miss keeping in touch and the chatter and knowing all the inside stuff and closeness and all. I don't want the distance, I want the closeness. Same page.


What to say now? It's been so long. I feel so out of the loop. So you all must feel so out of my loop too. Let me try then neh?



14 hour drive up. So painful. 8 hours to Gainesville with layover there. Funstuff. 6 hours to Atlanta. I was pretty sick for most of the drive, curled in a ball in the front seat with the same cd playing over and over and over and over for hours. Dad kinda got sick of that since I used the car cd player....but at least it was good music..heh. Yay Something Corporate!
Oh, the hurricane was coming. So mom stayed home with Katie. Good thing for some part, less stress and more easygoing. But sad too. Wanted her to be there when I moved in. Just that moment.

The few days of settling in were usual. Roommate and her parents were here; they were pretty nice though the dad was kinda scary. Well, all the girls and their parents were here. First day perceptions of everyone and basically all turned out to be pretty wrong but twas interesting. I forget how small my dad seems compared to other dads in physique. But he was right in there on the lofting bed situation and had all the tools in hand working away lifting stuff and figuring stuff out above any of the other parents. So odd. But mom wasn't there to do the mom stuff. I had to ask Sarah (roommate)'s mom to help me line the drawers and what I should do with certain girly things and all. Really made me sad.
Eventually all settled and the first few days of settling in and all. Took a while to orient with the girls and get used to everything, still not used to everything, but it works. Practically none of them had done sleep-away camp and a few had never even heard of it before. That's why I think being away like this is a bit easier for me. Three years of a couple weeks away from home and all. That and home was crappy a lot of the time. But the other girls were really homesick and crying all the time and upset and all. Did what I could to help them. Not to say that I wasn't sad and homesick. I just couldn't feel it. It took a lot longer to register and then I just couldn't cry. For some reason especially not in front of the other girls. I don't think any of them have seen me cry yet even now.

The best of the freshman events, of which there were few, was Songfest! Now Amy can go on and on about this but I've got the bragging rights. See for Songfest, each residence hall has to learn songs with the words changed to fit the school and such and corresponding dances and all. It's so much fun. SO On the big day of Songfest, my res hall (I'm in Thomas Hall but it's connected to Hopkins and Smith so we're called Complex) was heading down to the field and I turned around and the whole pathway form where I was all the way back to the dorm was swarmed with our group. Like hundreds. It was crazy. Loved it! Amy's res hall did awesomely well, they were quite close to beating us......but in the end we totally showed everyone how to do it and Complex won Songfest for the second year in a row. It was such an amazing feeling, I love competing like that. All the adrenaline and cheering and winning. Hehehe
There are definitely some major bragging rights with this. Oh man I simply cannot let this go. ^_________^


My classes are pretty good. I've got Biology with lab which apparently is supposed to be impossible and a huge weedout class since I'm at the pre-med school. Meh. But I enjoy bio. Psychology is technically biopsychology it seems....but it's amazingly interesting. Just really difficult multiple-multiple choice tests. Stats and Probability is pretty easy, an annoying General Education Requirement. Freshman Seminar called Suffering, Healing, and Redemption which I call a religion/psych mix since it's uber philosophical and psychological but is technically a religion/jewish studies course. The teacher is a rabbi-ish person...it's really weird to learn from his point of view. But in October I literally had two full weeks off of the class due to Jewish holidays. It was excellent! I really like that class, just no grades but the final paper so I'm a bit iffy now on how this paper will turn out. No idea how he grades. Plus a FAME (Freshman Advisoring Mentor thingymabob) that I had to do for 6 weeks. Quite annoying. If you weren't around when I was venting about the trip they made us go on...my group had to go to Savannah for one Saturday early in school. 4 hour drive. I'm so not a car person like that. Ugh painful. Plus a lot of music: Wind Ensemble (winds + brass + perc), Percussion Ensemble, private lesson. Yeah, I declared music as my current major, doubled with an undecided. That way I get free private lessons. Otherwise the lessons would be $800 A SEMESTER!!! Horrific. So that's where I'm at with that.

As far as clubs go I've been sucked into the Billiards club mainly. That's so much fun! I absolutely love it! They taught me how to hold the cue and all the differerent details and I'm actually pretty good! It's fun.
Also in Outdoor Emory but no luck on making any trips. Looking forward to learning to waterski. And go rock climbing and caving and maybe rafting and such.
Then I'm signed up for Art Club, Culinary Club, Astronomy Club, Volunteer Emory, Fencing, and Greek info......heh. Haven't made any of those meetings yet though. ^^"


Next update: Parent's Weekend, Birthday, Girls, Anime.

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Coming home from the mall with three bags of clothes from really cool sales has some kind of satisfying feeling.


2 hours at the DMV. She's still not ready to drive. Barely 20 hours, no night driving, she just isn't ready. But she can now, legally.


Peter Jennings died. He was...amazing. He had such brilliant common sense and was curious about everyting. People who never watched him won't understand... But he was the one who got me hooked on knowing the news, interested in knowing what was going on in the world.


Re-learned a word: vitriol
vit·ri·ol Audio pronunciation of "vitriol" ( P ) Pronunciation Key (vtr-l, -l)
n.
1. See sulfuric acid.
2. Any of various sulfates of metals, such as ferrous sulfate, zinc sulfate, or copper sulfate.
2. Bitterly abusive feeling or expression.


Krystle got an intersting new feature from her travel...
She's full of life and energy, it was awesome to see her.
Yay for a bracelet of red and blue!


Issues with the church. I dunno.


Amanda left. The firstest. I feel close to spinning off in a rage of insanity. o.0 Just really hard to handle. Things feel like they're unraveling. I know who can help me and give me some stability....but I feel like if I go to them every time I start to feel like this (which has and will be often) they'll be sick of me and then I'll just become a bother until I get shut out completely.


Jen and Andy and Denver have come back. The people online. They've been gone for quite a number of months. I don't rely on them like I used to. But it's nice to have them back.

Jen's return has prompted a restart of our rp. It's been 2 years or so since I've role-played and goodness have I missed it. But boy I'm rusty. Fun though.


Mom really screwed up the muscles in her neck and arm. They've always been messed up but she did some gardening thing and now it's like it's broken, she can't move it or do anything. Causes some problems for me. Like those 2 hours. It's fine....but bleh.


Really starting to freak out about not having classes. I don't know what I should do..set them up, look over all of them, eh.


Gainesville - 25th.

someday.....someday has come
Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs

I've been trying to figure out the name of that book forever!! I miss that book. Do you remember it? It defined my young schoolar years.



Yes, I finally found her again. Both of them. They were my best friends. If I've ever been asked who my best friends are, I'll still name them. (Take no offense, I don't like the labels so I don't narrow down any of my friends into that category. Just them.) I haven't seen them in.....10 years. 10. A whole decade.
And she was still ecstatic to hear from me. Ecstatic to see me. It's a good thing she's more decisive than I am. Yesterday after she sang for church I met her. I was walking toward Rotelli's on Atlantic to meet her I hit one intersection and BAM there's this girl walking down toward me. Something made me stop, but I didn't know, I wasn't sure. I was dumbfounded. She kept repeating "Kristen?" you know, to be sure it was me but it took me a good couple seconds to return to reality.
She looked different. But she was still Caroline.
It was weird....sitting in that restaurant talking to her. Every now and then we'd both stop and one of us would say how strange it was. But I loved it. I've not been that happy in so long.
Ever since I left I've wanted to see them again. Every year I'd plan to find them. Plan to hunt them down and reconnect with them. But I never did. I always doubted if they remembered me. If they would want to see me again.
It was second grade when I left. I always wondered if they'd ask why. She did. I hate why. I don't understand why. I've always regretted why. It haunts me.
We had a few awkward moments, but we found things to talk about. After dinner and icecream we hooked up with 2 of her friends from church. They were nice but I was at a bit of a disadvantage. We all sat on the stage and chatted. It was relaxing. But I couldn't help looking over at her still being stunned that it was really her.
I still can't believe it.

And when she gets back from Europe, I'll finally see Meerali again. I've missed her so much.
You never forget that very first friend. The very first best friend.


DID YOU KNOW ATLANTIC AVENUE HAS A COLDSTONES NOW?!?!!?!
This was major crucial news to me! I had no idea! So close.....so very close...
It's a perfect location too, corner of Atlantic and Swinton. Crazy.




There's this one person...one person. You know those people who make a mark on your life? And you for some reason have this very strange bond? Like it's someone you know you can talk to about anything and everything. But this one, I would never have figured we would have that connection. He's got to be one of my most randomest friends. But we do. He played a key part through a number of times in my high school life.
And for me, these people that mean so much to me, I feel the urge to say something to them. One phrase. One meaningful phrase. But's a very very very personal extremely meaningful phrase for me. And incredibly risky. If they don't follow through with it, everything will be destroyed. There's been a number of people who I can't imagine not having around, not being close to, but there has only been one time when I got myself to say it. Say it and mean it. Say it and mean it and hope.
I was so sure he'd stop. So sure he'd drift away, let time pass, let go.
But he's here. Why is he still here? I don't know if he has any idea how much it means to me when he IMs me out of the blue. Even when there's nothing to talk about. He's always there for me. Always online, always will respond when he can. I can ask him anything about anything. And I'm positive about that. Completely content about that. Anything of his personal life, his past, his family, his experiences, his knowledge. I don't know why he's so willing to be so open with me. I don't know why there's this bond. All of a sudden he could see inside me. He could see all of my secrets and all of my lies and all of my pain. And stayed there.

I asked him. I told him. "You can't ever leave me. Please, don't ever leave me."

Who wouldn't get scared of that and run? Who would understand the meaning behind that?
Who can guess at the points of facing death beneath that? The levels of leaving? The need for his stability in order to support my own.

Sometimes I can't even fathom it all.
But I am always thankful for him staying with me.





"What you're feeling is premature enlightenment. This is the greatest moment of your life and you're off somewhere, missing it. Our fathers were our models for God. And, if our fathers bailed, what does that tell us about God? Listen to me. You have to consider the possibility that God doesn't like you, he never wanted you.In all probability, He hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen... We don't need him.. Fuck damnation. Fuck redemption. We are God's unwanted children, with no special place and no special attention, and so be it. You can go to the sink and run water over your hand. Look at me. Or you can use vinegar to neutralize the burn, but first you have to give up. First, you have to know that someday, you are going to die.Until you know that, you will be useless. Congratulations. You're a step closer to hitting bottom."

Hooray for reaching the bottom. Let's plan a party.