I've actually spotted one or two hipsters since I got here. I think the reason I don't see them more often is because most of the people living on campus are freshmen or sophomores, and since they're just out of high school they're still fresh off the mill of conformism. Once they're at college for a while, though, a few fall off the wagon and go for something a little more extreme (or less extreme, depending on how you look at it), and usually upperclassmen move off-campus into a house or apartment, so you don't see them as often.
Today, like yesterday, is pretty cold and dreary. At breakfast this morning my roommate was talking about how it's like this every day in Colorado, and then our friend from Nepal said that this (upper 40s), was extremely cold in Nepal. I think she's a little miserable because she knows it's only going to get colder from here. Speaking of the cold, though, today I'm breaking in the boots that Mom and Dad bought for me for my birthday. So far, I love them to bits. They're warm and the toe part is all shiny, and they lace up, and they're red plaid on the inside, and even though they probably look a little funny on me, I adore them and I hope we have many happy winters together.
I usually write my blog posts in the library because I've found that I can think of more interesting things to say when I'm not in my place of residence. I think I get inspired when I'm alone in a crowd of other people who are doing their homework. The library is new and huge, probably the biggest building on campus, and from the outside it looks sort of like a grand city hall from a futuristic utopian society. There's something otherworldly about it (not sure what, though. The color? The way the wondows are?). Anyway, there's a miniature Einstein Bros. shop just inside the door, and since it's run by inexperienced college students, every time I walk in I'm met with the smell of burnt bagels. I've come to like it, actually. Maybe now whenever I smell burnt bagels I'll be reminded of the library instead of my multiple bad experiences throughout childhood of burning precious bagels beyond retrieval.
So you know my last post about not having met a single homeschooler? Well it turns out I had met one who actually lives on my floor, I just hadn't known he was homeschooled until yesterday. I should have guessed, really, since he exhibits all the signs. And guess what? Another girl acted all surprised when she heard I was homeschooled and said that she thought I was very "socially capable." VICTORY. So I can fake social skills after all! You should be pround of me.
-Amy
P.S. I remember when Iron Giant came out. I used to watch it at Elise's all the time, and we'd quote it at each other constantly. I also remember how hugely my mind was blown when I realized that Harry Connick, Jr. was the voice of Dean. And then, years later, my mind was blown again when I realized that Vin Diesel was the voice of the giant. That movie never fails to be awesome.
P.P.S. I haven't been able to film that video yet because I had two papers to write in the last two days, so I was a little busy. It will be this week though. Promises.
P.P.S. I found out today that in Korean the word "joy" (죄) means crime or guilt. So much for having a happy middle name. This is my name in Korean: 술으븐 애미 죄. Phonetically, it's "suleubun amy joi". It sounds funny without the V.
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