RS (rainbowstevie) wrote,

Writer's Block: Under the Same Sign

Today is chockfull of celebrity birthdays—Brad Pitt, Keith Richards, Christina Aguilera, and more. What celebrities do you share your birthday with? Do you find any similarities between you and those who share your birthday?
My birthday is March 27th, which to the best of my readily available knowledge, I share with slightly loopy Mariah Carey (SIGH), Fergie (BIGGER SIGH), Quentin Tarantino (twitchy little ferret, is the impression I always get from him, and every time I see one of his movies I wonder why he's famous), and Nathan Fillion (your fangirly screaming hurts my ears, please stop). 

Making up for all of the above, however, I also share it with one Pauley Perrette - my beloved Abby on NCIS - who has a huge, huge love for animals, which is wonderful.  She had a blog up for a while (oh, so long ago), and it was so much fun to read - she seems like a very cool person. In conclusion, I'm satisfied with my birthday.
I don't know; it seemed important to answer that question.  And since I'm updating...I AM DONE WITH COLLEGE.  Oh my God, what??  Yeah!  I'm done!  In fact, I was all done with the work as of 7:30 PM last night!  Wednesday!  And I am not ashamed to admit that on the bus ride back from turning in my last assignment today, I totally cried.  Which is insane, because for all the times I've cried about not being done, and being totally overwhelmed and panicked and hating everything academic about college, I never thought about being sad it was over.  Missing people, sure, but school?  Nah. 

But then I was looking out at the arborteum, thinking about how this might be the last time I ever saw this view through a Link bus window, and all the emotions hit at once.  Damn it!  I'm going to miss everything!  We were coming through the town and I was all *sob* "But this is my second home!  My tiny little rural town with all its familiar houses and sidewalks!  I wanna live heeeeeere still!"  I've already forgotten all the bad things like presentations and Miserable Classes of Death, and can only remember the good classes and great professors and the papers that got As. 

In short, I AM NOT READY TO BE DONE.  I mean, I'm able to accept it better than I accepted the end of high school, because I got to do it in stages - lose the classmates to graduation in spring, have another half year to adjust to the loss of the campus - and it feels like I managed to steal extra time, but...I'm still sad.  Which is why I refuse to go home until tomorrow, although I still have to pack up everything in my room today so my roommate (the RA) can check me out.  I've already put away my clothes and emptied my drawers, though, so that's the main part taken care of.

In other news, last night was awesome:

After finishing my French portfolio, I went to the party at my Capstone's professor's house - because she's a very nice person when she's not your professor - and after some initial awkwardness when I was the first one there (7:55!  She said 8!), three minutes later some other people showed up, and once we all sat down around the table with plates of food, I'm pretty sure I just LAUGHED for like two hours straight

It was the most fun I've ever had at a social event, despite saying almost nothing.  And I can't even claim I was drunk, since I declined the wine...although other people might have been; they consumed at least 3 bottles between a dozen people, and the ones who didn't have to drive were a lot more liberal with their pouring.  The conversation was just roaring, funny stuff flying all over the place.  I can't even remember most of it... except John going, "I have to ask: that one day when you realized none of us had read the book...did you just come home and go, 'I need a DRINK'?"
Prof: (laughing) Yes, I think I did!  But I thought I was pretty restrained in class, actually.
John: No, you definitely were.  But we could feel it.  I was a little scared.  I was like, looking around going "I hope that window opens, because if she comes after me, one way or another I'm going through it."
Joe: Yeah, I was already making up excuses in my head for the next day.  "How'd you get that black eye?"  "Myprofessorbeatmeup I RAN INTO A DOOR!  Leave me alone!"

There were probably much better examples than that, but trust me, it was great.  I was just sad when people broke it up by 10:30, citing 8 AM finals and/or papers to write overnight.

...or I was, until I came home and found my roommates all sacked out in the living room watching TV.  People, I do not think I have fully appreciated and/or praised and loved my roommates enough this semester, because when I came in, they promptly start brimming over with excitement to point out the card propped up next to the heart-shaped cake they'd baked me.  Sarah Jo apologized that it had split down the middle while baking, and Emily hit her and went "You're supposed to say it's a broken heart!  Because we're so sad she's leaving!"

And then we took roommate pictures, ate said cake (which was deliciously soft; I don't even know what kind it was...just a white cake with glazed icing.  ("Failed frosting. So it's like a donuty cake instead."), and watched TV for a while, along with Sarah Jo's boyfriend; I've only met him a couple of times, but he's really quiet and I like him on principle.  (Plus they're ridiculously adorable, and pretty much act like a married couple already)

I wanted to stay out there longer, but by 11:15 I was pretty much in crash mode, seeing as I had woken up at 6:45 AM on Tuesday and gotten exactly 2 hours of sleep that night, so I went to bed.  And now I'm here, bumming around because I have to go out and take pictures of my beloved sophomore dorm lounge & its view while the sun's still out, but that's across campus and it's cold.

(I need a new transition phrase) , except for the British novels I sold most of my books back and got a pretty good haul - except, as usual, for French.  Bloody French class was the second most expensive one of the semester - over a hundred dollars - but only 3 of the 7 books were accepted.  I got a whopping $2.25 for them, which I took because I wasn't especially fond of them and I don't know where else I can dump books written in French.  The one I was really pissed about not selling was La Ville Noire, because not only was it boring, apparently that thing cost me $40 new.  300 page novel!  Paperback!  FORTY DOLLARS.  Even the cover price says 15 euros.  The hell is this nonsense, I ask you.

On the bright side, at least I'm not that poor girl who was holding a heavy textbook and telling her friend "God, I'm so excited to sell this thing back. I hate Spanish!", only to have the buyer immediately inform her that they'd already filled their quota and weren't buying any more copies of that text.  Harsh.

P.S. Wow...I finally have all this free time, I'm ready to kick back and start the relaxing, and...I don't want to watch TV?  I don't even know!  I'm just so dazed and confused by the fact that I'm d-o-n-e that I just want to sit back and let the feeling wash over me.  Maybe I'll walk around campus one last time.  Yeah, that sounds like a good plan.  Until tomorrow, then, au revoir.
Tags: birthdays, celebrities, college, writer's block
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