Any this is supposed to the blogging season for us! I guess that's just a testament to all the other stuff we have going on in our lives these days. Being busy is lame sometimes. You know what's even lamer? Being so busy that I don't have time to think, eat, or sleep. That is what my Spring 2013 is looking like right now. I enrolled for classes yesterday and I'm already starting to freak out a little bit. I had to decide on the spot that I'm dropping my French minor because if I don't, I won't be able to graduate in 2014, and honestly I can't imagine many things more depressing than that. I am not even that much of a fan of French - at this point it is both boring me and stressing me out, and I don't want that. When I want is to be able to meet a language on my own terms, and since French is only serving to intensify my school-elated stress, I'm not very sad to see it go.
That said, I don't for one second intend to abandon it. But right now my priority is to graduate so I can get on with my life already.
Yesterday my roommate put up a Wallflower, and within an hour our room smelled like Christmas. After I made coffee this morning, it smelled like the inside of a Starbucks. I would bet real money that when I go to my French test tomorrow, the girl who sits next to me will say, "Now you even smell like a hipster" (though it could be argued that hipsters, depending on your definition, are more likely to smell of patchouli and body odor). The other day she proposed that we go to Westport and "do whatever you hipsters do." There was never a more telling testament to the atmosphere at UCM than that people here see me as a hipster. I've since gotten over it. I should try discussing my obscure yet trendy music taste with anyone who will listen, and see what happens.
The next step is pairing garters with shorts. It's the final fashion frontier.
Suit jacket underneath overalls? Professional-meets-earthy-farmboy. Risky, yet with a dash of untouchable class.
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