I slept in this morning and it was wonderful. I sat in one place today, realizing that I do not belong in the advertising field, and listening to music, and catching up on correspondences, oh my, I hadn't realized that I had neglected so many. And I still have so many to go . . .
I chose this past week to fully launch into campus involvement: I'm writing an article for the student paper, making fliers for the Student United Way club, I'll hopefully be set up with an ESL conversation partner, and starting this coming Monday I'll have my own radio show on WRUI's Studio B. This past week at school positively flew by, and I think it's because of all this random stuff I'm doing. College is weird.
So there's this kid who sits next to me in my nutrition class sometimes, this past week he saw me working on my novel, and we compared our laptop decorations. His Mac sported a sticker for a store I had never heard of.
Him: . . . and they sell drug-related paraphernalia.
Me: Oh. I wrote my last novel about drugs.
Him: Was it about how bad drugs are?
Me: Well, it was about heroin. So, yeah.
Him: Yeah, heroin messes people up. So how do you know about drugs?
Me: . . . Wikipedia.
Aside from the fact that I am obviously socially impaired, I wonder if I'm making friends with someone who does drugs. I hope so. It's one of my goals for college. [Is that wrong? On multiple levels?] I shouldn't typecast people, but he brought it up! Surprisingly enough for a renown party school, supposedly nearly half of the student body at URI identifies themselves as "straight-edge"; no alcohol, no drugs, no smoking.
And speaking of things that are psychedelic! I've been watching "Pushing Daisies", finally, and it's so adorable and colorful and hilarious, I can't understand why it was cancelled. Actually. I totally can. But if I'm going to get hooked on another TV show, it's in my own interest that this TV show is only 22 episodes.
My mom got in a car accident on October 25th, yes, that would be the day the president came to town. It's made life interesting. It's strange that through no fault of our own, a random variable so greatly alter our lives. Our van was totaled, yeah, that beloved gold Odyssey we had so many adventures in. The insurance company is paying for a rental car until everything gets squared away with the adjuster, and after that, I'm not sure what my family is going to do. But God will provide.
Also, watch this: