The Freshman Experiment

So I wish I could tell you all about Musical! and how sad I am that it’s over and how wonderful the run was and how great it was to see my family when they came to watch.

And I wish that I could tell you the funny story about the fire that occurred in my building last night at 3:30 am.

And I wish I could tell you all about how one of the UG’s just got a part in PU’s biggest annual performance and how proud I am of her.

But, most of all, I wish I didn’t have to write this research paper (the second one this weekend!) for art history that’s due tomorrow afternoon, or study for this statistics quiz that’s tomorrow morning, or not sleep at all.

So I guess all those fun stories will have to wait until I’m finished dying.

It’s my last night with Tattoo. Needless to say, this is extremely unfortunate. I plan on squeezing in as much time with her as is humanly possible before my plane leaves at 3pm. I can’t even describe how fantastic it was to see her. All of her friends have been so extraordinarily welcoming, it’s almost unbelievable. It’s wonderful to know that she has such a great group surrounding her, and she did a great job letting me hang out and meet everyone here, while still making sure I wasn’t overwhelmed and/or excluded. She is just as beautiful (if not more so) than I remembered and I wish I could have dragged these last three days out into multiple weeks. If only Hoodie and Tree could have been here, too, it would have been perfect. But missing them only makes me anticipate Thanksgiving Break with more excitement. It’s time for the quartet to be reunited at last. Basically, I don’t even want to imagine the taxi ride to the airport tomorrow and the sadness that will accompany it. I guess it’s time to get back to real life. But the fantasy of having her back in my life full-time was definitely fun to act out for a while.

Inside jokes and hugs (5)
Were abundant this weekend (7).
Don’t make me go back! (5)

Canada is cold, (5)
And Tattoo is amazing. (7)
But yeah, it’s quite cold. (5)

Happy election day weekend, readers! In about thirty minutes, I will begin my complicated journey to visit Tattoo at college. Because what else is this weekend good for, really? Although it’s clouded by my immense fatigue right now, I know that I’m extremely excited to be hang out with her. It will be surreal to see her in her element, surrounded by lots of cool friends (who I will inevitably be jealous of), but it will also be amazing! I’m worried about the logistics of getting there, because this will be the most solitary journey I’ve ever made. I’m taking a plane (because the original plan to take a bus took approx. 14 hours) and I’ve flown by myself before, but there were always people waiting for me on either end. Now I’ve got to get myself to the airport, get myself on the plane, and once I get there, get myself to Tattoo. I’m nervous about getting to the terminal, having the proper identification, having the proper miniature-sized toiletries… bleh. Plus, I’m not looking forward to the 2 hours of chillaxing by myself in the airport after I check-in. Yes, I did just say chillaxing. But I’m extremely happy that I’ll be seeing Tattoo TODAY (we’ve been counting down the hours for some time now). It’s unfortunate that some crazy family issues are happening right now and it would have been nice to go home or even stay here and just deal with stuff, but being around someone who can make me smile is probably a good thing right now. So, tally-ho, readers! The next time you hear from me, I will be in a place far, far away.

My bags are packed, y’all. (5)
I feel a good time coming. (7)
Just let me get there. (5)

P.S. Last night, I had a 2-hour phone call with that guy I’m in love with. That can’t be a bad sign, right?

Rewind to junior year of high school.

At the start of the college decision process, many young actors face a difficult decision: will they audition for conservatories, will they apply to liberal arts schools, will they do both, or will they do neither.

For me, the choice posed no challenge. I went to no conservatory auditions, based on my strong opinion that actors should be educated, intelligent people as opposed to robots trained solely for the theatre with limited knowledge of the outside world (not that this applies to everyone who attends a conservatory). And this is still my opinion…I think.

Fast-forward to the present.

When my mind is wandering in one of my less interesting lecture classes, I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to do what I love, all day, everyday. And it doesn’t help that when I talk to FriendBoy, I’m filled will jealousy by descriptions of his day (he goes to one of the best conservatories in the country). I’m relatively sure this is just another one of those doubts that comes with the rocky beginning of college, but it freaks me out that I’m not so in love with my school that I imagine what it would be like to transfer. Maybe that love and collegiate pride are things develop over time. Yeah, I guess I just want to take in slow before I jump into bed with PU (although I do jump into a bed belonging to PU every night).

In some happier news, there is an abundance of joyous events in the near future.
Next weekend, Ma comes. It’s technically Parents’ Weekend, but since we’re not doing any of the lame, school-affiliated activities, it’s really just a much-needed visit. I can’t wait to see her; I need one of her hugs. I am worried, though, that seeing her will only make it harder once she leaves. Also, visits to FriendBoy and Tattoo (one of my best friends from high school) are in the works. I couldn’t be more excited. I know coming to college is supposed to be about starting over, developing an indentity, and trying new things, but can you blame me for not wanting to completely let go of my old life? After all, there were some pretty amazing people in it.

P.S. The UG’s decided today that my currently diseased voice sounds like Lindsay Lohan, so I’ve been going around all day quoting “The Parent Trap.” Don’t even lie- you know you love that movie, too.

More doubts fill my mind, (5)
Will I ever feel at home? (7)
The Parent Trap rocks. (5)