Fifteen Day Countdown

One day until WALL-E in the quad.
Two days until Robert Channing visits.
Two days until my mommy's birthday.
Four days until I go to Charlotte to see 30 Seconds to Mars.
Eight days until the CAB dinner.
Ten days until the Raace for the Cure.
Fifteen days until I go home.

That's my countdown right now, with the main things on it. Sure, I have a paper due Friday. Sure I have exams next week. Sure I have laundry to do. But none of that is what I count "important enough" for this particular countdown.

Last night, my roommate and I (who have ALWAYS had our problems but recently, we've gotten along splendidly) walked across the road to Harris Teeter, the long way, to get comfort food. She had a mild panic attack because she's breaking up with her boyfriend because she can't handle a relationship right now and I had an urge for ice cream after a depressing conversation with my own boy-thing. Though Shanon and I are still fairly close, we know that come May 6th, we're going to be reduced to friends via cyberspace and cell phones.

One thing that never fails to lift my spirits, when I spend too long thinking about all of this, is putting on Manchester Orchestra on my iPod, grabbing a CapriSun from the fridge (what kind of college kids would we be without kiddie drinks?), turning my phone on silent, and going on what one could call the Hell Walk. Basically, I go on a two hour long walk around the campus. Which results in a three turn trip around the campus, one long trek through the woods, and even a quick run along the walkway to Hodgins apartments. Needless to say, my mood is lifted but my legs feel like jelly mixed with concrete. How that's possible, I don't know, but it's true.

I went to see Clash of the Titans recently. It was pretty great, haha. If you're curious and want to check out my other blog, Movie Obsessed, feel free. I plan on talking about a LOT of movies this summer, seeing as how I'll have so much time free.

On that note, I want to look for a job at a hotel. Yes, I understand that that's kind of creepy, but if it means I get discounted rates for rooms and my friends can visit me and not have to worry about sleeping in a house filled with smoke, I'm all for it.

Things have gotten a little hard for me lately. Some days I feel like I'm struggling to keep my head above the water and some days I feel like I'm floating on air. My life has taken a turn for the bi-polar, it seems. I'm okay with it for the most part though. I jut pop in my earbuds, turn my iPod on shuffle, and tread water slowly. I'll get where I'm going, wherever the current is taking me, on my own.

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