If you really are what you eat, I would be a waffle smothered in almond butter with a disproportionate amount of whipped cream. Yes, I got waffles again. Gasp. Sigh. No one's surprised. I HAD to, it was my last chance this year. Like always, I went with Mattie and Ryan.
Things never seem to work out when me and Mattie leave the perimeter of our campus. I'm not sure if that is because we are inept at any type of directions, or have literally no knowledge of the Minneapolis area, but something annoying always seems to happen. Today, we went to the zoo. This zoo was probably a three out of ten. It was tiny, loud, crowded, and depressing. I suppose all zoo's are depressing, but this one kept the animals in especially small cages and they all looked miserable. The one saving grace of the zoo was their conservatory. It reminded me a lot of the Lincoln Park one, but a little smaller. I'm a sucker for ferns and flowers, so I enjoyed it (even though they keep it extremely hot and humid). After we looked at every exhibit, which took a total of fifty minutes, we started to head back to campus. This involves the bus. The bus makes no sense and is impossible to figure out. So we go to the bus stop and wait for bus 3B. Ten minutes. Twenty. Thirty. Forty. Fifty. An HOUR. We would have been willing to walk back, but it was a five mile walk. After an hour of sitting at that f*cking bus stop, it finally came and took us back to our dorm, where we slumped on the ground in puddles of our own sweat and tears. Moral of the story; never leave campus. Ever.
Peace out. Have a wonderful day. xx
Somehow I was able to take a photography class this semester, and it actually fills a few of my requirements. We had a professional lighting setup and it made for really good photos. That is all.
Decisions are annoying and important and difficult. Most of them are final, a concrete fact that you have to live with FOREVER (capitalized to intimidate you). College is the first major decision I've had to make on my own. Do I want to be close to home or get as far away from the forsaken place as possible? What programs am I interested in? What's the cost? Where is the nearest Potbelly? Vital information. You factor in every last detail and make a decision. Here I am, a year later, hunched in my dorm room writing a soliloquy about the decisions that led me here. The point I'm trying and failing to impart is that I have made another Big Decision involving my major. The word itself conveys a finality that I hate. When I came to college, I was undecided on my major. It took peripheral residence in my mind, drifting in and out of my thought process. My pragmatic decision was to do business. Business was solid to me, unwavering. I could make money. I did business classes first semester; Economics, Calculus, etc. I didn't absolutely despise them, but I wasn't thrilled about my future career. The last three weeks I've been reevaluating. What if I'm unhappy? I'll hate my job. My life will be in ruin. Marrying rich is always a logical backup plan. All very real thoughts I had. So I freaked out, researched, and figured it out.
Next fall I am going to be in the College of Design studying Graphic Design to get my BFA (I'll still be at the University of Minnesota). To be honest, it's not even an unrealistic career path. Graphic designers are in high demand, they get paid a lot, and the job market is rapidly expanding with the increase in internet applications. It truly is my passion. The format of websites and the arrayed design of advertising is so attractive to me (I'm cool!!!!). My fervor for fonts and typography is psychotic. Layout is one of my favorite words. I've honestly been so happy since I've made the decision, even lighter. It sounds dumb but I have no other way to describe the feeling.
So maybe go out and do the thing that you've been waiting to do.
In Minnesota it gets cold. Very cold. In my dorm building, they have decided that we don't need "warmth" until it gets below 30 degrees. So currently I am living in an arctic tundra. To cope with this, I have done everything I can to make my room warm and inviting. I am stocked with furry blankets, string lights, and chocolates. I even have a mini Christmas tree. Hot chocolate and tea are at the ready at all times (and whipped cream of course). Most weeknights I make a blanket nest on the floor, get tea, and either read or watch TV with my friends. Honestly it's heaven.
Snacking is a religion in college. My favorite healthy-ish food at the moment are rice cakes. Not plain rice cakes, those are absolutely terrible. I slather a whole grain one with almond butter and drizzle honey over the top. It's healthy and fills you up until the dining hall opens for lunch. Almond butter is my new Favorite Thing Ever.
It's weird when all your high school friends scatter across the US. Staying in touch is a lot of work in college. The myth is true. I have about three people from home that I talk to regularly. Honestly, I don't think it matters if you stay in constant contact. As soon as I get back home, I know we will all hangout and it will go right back to the way it was. That's the wonderful thing about my high school friends; they are the most comfortable group of people. I can be as weird as possible (which is extremely weird) and no one will care. I think I miss that comfort the most. I know them. I know their weird obsessions and awkward stories, and they know mine. It's easy. Only 17 more days till Thanksgiving and I can hear about all their new adventures.
One perk of a big ten school is the football games. Honestly, I hate football. I hate watching it and I hate the whole concept. I am extremely girly in that aspect. But game days are still fun. It's all about the atmosphere. Everyone is happy, drunk, or crazy. Usually a combination of all three. It's fun no matter how much you hate the sport. The first game day me and my friends met the whole Minnesota basketball team. Granted, they were creepy and tried to lure us back to their apartment, but you know, it happens.
I made the move from the suburbs of Chicago to the Twin Cities in Minnesota to attend college. Needless to say, major exploration is taking place. Every day I discover new things about my surroundings and myself. That sounded painfully cliche. Lets just get on with it.