Lots going on in my life at the moment, which is a good thing for now. First off, I dropped one of my classes. *cue shocked gasping* Just to clarify my thought process, let me explain. I am a scholar. It's what I do. Some lucky people (like my brother) handle social situations with ease, play sports like a total baller, and have an intrinsic knowledge of trends and fashion. I typically tend to fail at all of those. I am comfortable with the fact that for the rest of my life I will probably have crazyrandom, semi-awkward conversations with strangers whilst watching people who are not me exercise and probably wear shorts and t-shirts until I'm 95 years old. This is fine. What I've always been able to do without batting an eye is school. This is really helpful when everyone else is studying their butts off and I have plenty of time to sit at home and play some mindless Runescape.
Now that I'm in Provo at a college where a quarter of the students turned down acceptances into Harvard to come, I'm a little out of my element. It's really oddball not to be the smartest at everything, and studying? Yeah, it's hard. It would be different if I were acclimated to some other social niche, but I don't really know where I fit in yet. Anyways, I just proved to myself that I fail at life by dropping my class. In my defense, I was super stressed and super overloaded. But I'm the scholar...I'm supposed to be able to handle all of that, right? I mean, other people, the people whose IQs are so high they breathe calc equations, handle it okay... if I can't, does that mean I'm not the scholar anymore? What am I then??
This be my brain:
Second thing: HalloFREAKINween!!! I think I underestimated how intensely my inner child would freak out. I wore 3 different costumes in 2 days, guys.--Living in the boonies like I have for the first 18 years of my life, I never got to go trick or treating, except to Grandma's. Which was better than nothing, because she would buy huge amounts of candy because she felt bad that I wasn't able to fully participate in my favorite holiday. (My grandma is one of my favorite people in the entire world.)--First, I got to be a zombie, which I've always wanted to do. It was great. I'm actually pretty sure I crossed the line between cool costume and nightmare-causing person you don't feel comfortable standing next to, but that's fine too. I'm pretty sure I like fake blood more than I like people. Instead of the Harry Potter marathon I threatened, my roommates and I actually decided to do something cool for once ;D. We went to a costume party then broke into another complex's hot tub. Twas probably one of the most fun things I've done in college.
Monday, I was a slightly less freakish zombie. I got bored with it by about 1:00 and switched to Katniss Everdeen. You get definite props if you know who that is. That night, one of my roomies and I watched Star Wars. Probably more geeky than Harry Potter, but buffered by the fact that they guy/girl ratio was like 3:1. I got to be one of the girls guys think are way cool, like when they find out the girl has a higher score on Black Ops than anyone in their apartment (not that I do, I've actually never played video games in my life, but not from lack of begging my mother.)
As Ever,
Mandi
P.S. If you've never read hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com, you're missing out on life. Do it.
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