Really should be asleep

Sometimes... sometimes I wonder how much I've changed just in the month I've been here. If my friends will look at me when we all get back home over Christmas and go "Wow, you're different now." Will it be in a good or a bad way? I really miss not having to justify everything I am... people at home know me, and at least pretend to understand me. We're just getting to the "let's see if we can get her to swear" stage here... whereas at home, it was "I know you could swear if you wanted to, but you just don't." Which is great.. that's how it works. But then, it has only been a bit over a month here, afterall. Silly making-new-friends stuff.

I should be in bed, but I don't have class until 10:30 tomorrow, so I don't have to worry too much. Nya! Today I have wasted soooo much time. But that's cool, because some of it was spent 1) playing with my roomie's computer to make it even more annoying, 2) downloading a program to convert MP3s to Wav files so I could listen to them backwards, and discover that they sound just as good, and 3) sharing this with everyone else. Yesterday, I taught people the phrase "like nailing jello to a tree." I never realized that wasn't in common useage... and now I can't even think of where I picked it up.. hehe. I haven't found an opportune moment to introduce ghost turds into the common vocabulary here, though. That'll be the day. See, when you come from whitebread little midwestern town, you have to be weird to survive. You have to be the one that programs her roomie's computer to shout "Naked!" when a program opens, and "I don't like food anymore!" when one closes. And then to sit there and play them backwards and laugh. Must define myself as the non-depressed non-pessimistic easy-going random one that I consider myself. No more of this "you're such a violent pessimist" crap. Violent, sure, sometimes. Pessimistic... no. Even though it is fun to state the pessimistic point of view, I do not believe it. And that is the important part that people will eventually realize, non?

Good night, internet!

A Game! A Game!

Let's play a game! We'll call it "Hey, who from the UofC did go to that Guster concert?" Gosh-darn freaking girl who sits right next to me in French class went to the Guster concert! Darn me and my shyness. Who would've thought to ask if the person who sits next to you in French if they're going to see Guster? Not me! Darn me. Let's play again! This time it's "Hey, who from the UofC just fell down the stairs?" I bet we can all answer that one! Stupid slippery stairs. This person fell down almost an entire flight, because they were all slippery. Still shaken... dizzy. Not a good sign. My hand is also bleedling, and I'm pretty sure I've injured my shoulders rather badly. And I can't quite focus my eyes right. But, for our third game, we're going to play "Who from the UofC probably isn't going to the doctor about this?" Yay! Good answer! We all win!