COLLEGE LIFE! PARTY PARTY PARTY!

Today was my orientation at SFSU. BORING. Well, I wasn't nervous when I got there, or when I was going there, so that's good. Usually I'd be friggin so nervous, I'd blow up at everyone, but today I was just at ease. Maybe the two hours of sleep I got contributed it to that. I am just not used to sleeping before midnight so I couldn't do it. So I slept at 4, woke up at 6, we left at 7, and my daddy bought us McDonald's for breakfast (yay, I love that, reminds me of when I was little), and I slept a little on the drive. I love the drive. Its nothing. Well, so when we got there, there was complication number one. That killed me. So there was that thing with my SSN again, so I had to go fix that immediately. But the whole time, I wasn't on anybody's list. So I went in with my parents, broke the news to my dad that I was an Undeclared major expecting to get some sort of "Vanessa, what are you going to do with your life?" sort of disappointment, but I didn't. When they left, I found the most non-comfrontational looking person there and sat at that table. So I made a new friend, a Journalism major from San Diego. Her name is Emma, but I didn't get any contact information. But we did bond. Haha. I'll consider that my first and only college friend so far.

And don't even get me started on the guys. There were like two hot guys there. One guy kept following me, and I'd tell you the story, but its nothing. Haha. I wanted to talk to him, but what would I say? "Hi I saw you looking at me, and I wanted to know, is there something on my face?" A little cheesy. So whatever, I'll see that guy next year. Plus, he seemed so unapproachable, I don't know what it was.

So then I had to go with the rest Undeclared majors, and we went on a tour of the campus. I wish it were more historic, you know. Maybe even more like SJSU because its a nice campus, but its not. It looks so industrial, and in a way that kind of kills me because ever since Andover, I pictured myself walking paths between acres of green, historic and important buildings scattered everywhere. But like I was telling the good friend, Alex, you sometimes can't get the dream but you can make your own reality. Anyway, after we went on the campus tour we took our student ID photos. My mom says it looks good, but she's such a bullshitter, she would say I look good even if I had shit in my hair. My dad says I look a little bit pissed off, which I kind of was because it was so much walking I started getting shin splints. Haha. My sister says I could have smiled. And I did...it was...(smile) "3-2-" (frown) "1." I guess I miscounted. Oh well. But anyway, I guess I'm stuck with it. Next time I'll have to protect my hair from the San Francisco wind. Darn wind. It was pretty cold, but I couldn't really feel it through my jacket. People said it was cold though. Oh yes, so then after that we went into a conference room to pick our classes for an hour. Do we really need an hour to do that? So I picked four classes, but I was only able to register for two. One was a philosophy and religion class, the other was a sociology class, another was an analytical class about TV, and the last was about fairy tales.

Okay. So when we finally went to go to register, I couldn't. So I took that as sign number 4,000,234 that I'm just not meant for higher education, and it kinda put me down a little in the morale department. So there I was, amongst some chattering, complaining group of strangers, and I'm pissed as hell because things seem like they just don't work out for me. So I was sent to the housing office to try to clear up my fees, and so I walked there alone. And I kept thinking, this is not so bad. If its anything to make me think, its a walk. So on this walk, I caught sight of the building I'll be staying in. Its cool. And I'll be part of the first group to live in it. I'm excited about that. So in the housing office I had my second real conversation with the guy there. It was nothing, it was just about how I really wanted to register. And then I had to wait. Sign number 4,000,235 when I couldn't register in the next twenty minutes. Then I went down to the Bursar's to talk to them and I went back up and I could. So sign number 4,000,236-40 when I couldn't get the classes I wanted. I got the philosophy class which I'm too lazy to look up right now, but I had to settle for this recreational class. It fulfills a GE requirement though, and it sounds kind of fun. Its supposed to teach me how to relax, which I think I do need.

Anyway, though today was a bit boring and I was a grouch, PMSing, depressed kid, I had to admit that I liked it. I liked the taste of independent living. Of making my own choices and fixing my own mistakes. My dad watched as I went all over the place trying to fix things and I hope he got the point that I don't need to be punked into getting my life together. You know, I think he's really the one I want to prove myself to because its so damn hard to get anything out of him, and I'm a sucker for acknowledgement. At least from my parents. I need to know that I'm going to succeed. I hope I don't get crazy roommates. Noemi and Lil, why didn't you sign up sooner? Man, I wish I could room with you guys.

Anyway, in the car they started talking about NURSING. Thanks. I just took that time to take a nap.

And then I took a three hour nap while my dad and sister watched Barbershop 2. Eh. Then I couldn't go back to sleep so I decided to watch Dummy, a movie with Adrian Brody. Its fuckin HILARIOUS. You should watch it. You'll shit your pants its so fuckin funny. HAHA. Anyway, I'll say this is the end and see ya later.