Move-In Week

It's really hard to find quality me-time here. Maybe I'm just doing this to myself, but I feel so pressured to meet new people every second. I do love meeting new people, I really do. From an art graduate student on the bus (who specializes in jewelry making and has a boyfriend in Massachusetts) to class of '08 Raiders that I had never heard of to a freshman from New York in the stir-fry line, it's all so interesting and refreshing. The same four questions never get old. What's your name? Where are you from? Where do you live? What are you studying? It's cool and weird that you can walk up to any stranger that you meet and, if you just have these four questions, start a conversation that carries you through an entire meal.

There are so many activities going on designed just to make people get acquainted. In my head are a billion first names and first names only. I've met about five Katies and three Sarahs and a couple Hannahs and some Brittanys and a Laura and a Joyce and a couple Tylers and a Curtis and... they're really just floating around in my head. It's nearly impossible to keep them all together. (Oh, see, my roommate Caitlin (whom I actually know the last name of) just informed me that there's a coloring party going on down the hall. Myers is so special...)

I'm sure once classes start, I will remember why we're living here in the first place and why we're all getting acquainted with each other. But as for now it just feels like some huge summer camp. A kind of a pointless (as in, there is no focus like "orchestra" or "Latin" or...) summer camp with an endless number of people and a million faces to learn. It's interesting like I said above, but when you are around people all the time you can't think. And thinking is essential. And these days it's been to where I almost feel bad when I'm by myself, like meeting new people every possible second is the purpose of my life (they really make you feel like that here), and I'm happy to finally be thinking and recording the thoughts.

People here are generally good-looking. I don't know how the girls all manage to look so put-together all the time, even in sneakers and gym clothes. A lot of the guys here are a step-down version of SD. Everyone here is so friendly and nice, but for some reason I feel much more comfortable talking and hanging around with guys than with girls. I feel that they don't judge as much, and they're generally funnier. I miss laughing hard... it's going to take me some time to find UGA-versions of Angie, Wonjo, or Bryan. They could make me crack up any time, any day. And it's going to take me some time to find shoulders to lean on, shoulders to cry on, people to freak out about schoolwork with, etc. See, I just answered my own questions by writing. I'm getting acquainted with this many people because I would like to find people who can be the above friends and whom I can be a friend for. Duh, Stacey... nothing complicated here.

I decided that the symphony orchestra here is not for me. Why? First of all, I won't get in. I haven't had time to sit and think (I only got started thinking today because I was sitting in a deserted restroom. TMI? Too bad...), so have I had time to sit and practice? Nope. And five hours of weekday rehearsals won't work for me. That's like ASYO, and I actually plan to study this year. Philharmonia sounds good. The whole no-audition thing and the two-hour rehearsal each week sounds like just enough music in my life to keep me sane.

Food here is too good, too good.

It's weird. This morning as I was making my bed I thought, "Hey, I haven't talked to my mom in a while." You know, just like I haven't talk to my brother in a while. Just like I haven't talked to many people in a while. Somehow the people you haven't talked to in a while just meld into one category: people you haven't talked to in a while, regardless of the cause or the extent or the possibility of actually talking to them in the future. Interesting?

Mommy, thank you.