the Dalaverse

I feel...weird.

I don't know. Like I'm not as happy as I should be. Like I'm not making this adjustment as easy as I should be, as I thought I would, as other people are.

Maybe it'll be better once classes start. It's only Day Two after all.

My bed's really comfy, at least.

I wish my roommate Vanessa were a little more outgoing, a bit more unlike me. I need that sort of person to prod me into doing things. But we're just sort of wandering around together. Like last night, we went to this campus center thing and they had dancing in the Upper Deck, and I sort of wanted to dance. Just crazy dancing like we always did at homecoming, not caring what we look like. But I didn't want to go by myself, and if Vanessa wanted to go she didn't tell me, and I didn't see Jessica or Kristen.

I don't know.

I wish I could get my U2 poster to stick to the wall. The Beatles albums one and the Pre-Raphaelite each do, but not U2. Need to buy some poster putty.

Got to go to the little interest sessions on different departments now. And then buy books and eat brunch.

I never thought I'd say this, but I wish class would start. I'm better at socializing in a situation like that, rather than...an actual social situation.

What I feel like is that I need a hug, but Vanessa isn't really the hugging type. An OL from my dorm hugged me yesterday and she was very sweet, but it wasn't like a Mom-hug or a Grandma-hug or a friend-hug.

I'll try not to be so sad.

Tomorrow should be fun. I'm going to some nearby plantation. And tonight I think I'll go see "Mulholland Drive," so maybe I'll talk to some people there.

I bought books and that always makes me feel better.

It was just over $400, which is excellent because I thought it'd be a lot more. I still have an out-of-stock book to buy for Biblical Foundations, though (which STILL has no professor), and you would not believe the amount of reading I'm going to have to do this semester. A lit course, so/anth, the Bible thing, and good old español. It's gonna be crazy.

During the English interest session, I sat next to the cutest blond boy with the cutest pink face, the cutest South Carolinian accent, and the cutest passion for postmodernism. I felt very poorly read though. I only read classics for school, as a general rule, no matter how I do enjoy many of them then. And I feel awful now about how much of last year's lit reading I didn't do. Damn those sparknotes and that senioritis. The English professors seemed really nice, though. One of them specializes in contemporary and/or American lit, and that's something I really want to look into -- last semester he did a course focusing on the American family and used some texts I've wanted to read for the longest time.

My favorite of the new books is this one for soanth on strip clubs. My least favorite is the Spanish workbook. I don't have positive associations with Spanish workbooks, you know. However, I also got a video guidebook for that class, which sort of makes it seem like it'll be pretty easy.

I don't even have to take Spanish; I opted out of it with the placement test even though I did horribly on the AP. I can't really explain why I'm taking it. All I know is that I hate the way I lost all my Spanish skills last year. I mean, junior year I could really speak excellent Spanish, and now I can barely form simple sentences.

I also obtained poster putty, although it is too hot for me to summon the energy to test it out. It's really miserable here; I wish it would rain again. Just watch, I know it's going to start pouring during my first class on Wednesday when I have to walk all the way to the other side of campus. Not that we have that much campus, but still, Kent is across the road, man.

Off to tie-dye something. Adios.