Where Mute Memories Start Talking

I decided to take summer completely off; no work, no school, no blogging (which is suchhh a stressfull task), and no chasing pigeons. Though I was tempted to dash after birds several times, I was successful in my goals in the long run. Now it’s back to business and procrastination.

Honestly, I thought that moving back to college for the second time would be a lot easier than the first time. The adjustment is still pretty absurd, because college simply has very little in common with real life. I haven’t driven anywhere in over two days, when during summer I seriously spent more time in my car than in my bed.

Unfortunately, my living quarters are a little on the unsatisfactory side this year. Though it’s very nice having my own room, the hallway leading to my room is guarded by a locked door that nobody can open except for myself and the seven other guys in my wing. This means no more pleasant drop-ins or unexpected friendships, since nobody can even walk past my room and/or pop their head in. I still leave my door open out of habit, but it’s been pretty pointless so far. Going out and knocking on random peoples’ doors in an attempt to make new friends has yielded mixed results.

I got in trouble today, too! For some reason, a sudden pang of nausea struck me while I was walking back from an improv show with some of my hallmates. Among these people was my R.A., who is a cool guy, and the R.D, who is not. I had NOT been drinking at all, but the R.D. assumed that my sickness was due to excessive alcohol consumption. He started yelling at me while I was still pretty sick and probably embarrassing myself in front of a whole bunch of kids I had just met. Eventually I got back to the RHA office and took a breathalyser test, which proved my innocence. Supposedly I’m “being watched” now, but I honestly don’t really drink at parties anyway, so hopefully everything will be fine.

Three days down and 10 weeks to go until my favorite time of the year, Christmas Break. It’s four weeks long when you’re in the UC system (unless you go to Berkeley and are on the semester system and tokin’ the ganj all day), so it allows you to fully enjoy the Christmas season. I can’t wait, but it’s probably a little bad that I’m already eagerly anticipating my next break from school.