old habits die hard

a few days after classes began, i took a trip to the bookstore and walked away with my very own soft and fuzzy stanford sweatshirt. i wanted one because stanford is my school now; i wanted one because it is chilly outside in the mornings and evenings. every day i take my new sweatshirt with me--in the mornings i wear it while riding my bike to class, i wear it while i sit in the cold classrooms, then i just tie it around my waist until night falls and i need it again. it's been with me pretty much non-stop since i bought it.

but this morning as i am about to leave for class, i put my sweatshirt down. instead i reached into the box under my bed and pulled out my georgia tech sweatshirt! yay! it will make me happy all day.

(10:21 p.m.)

i have a homework assignment that is due tomorrow and i still have two problems left, but i've spurned it for tonight to give my brain a break. it's not due until 5:00 anyway, so i'll have plenty of time tomorrow. instead, i'm going to put on my pajamas, climb into my warm bed, and read. and drink apple cinnamon tea. mmm.

i watched dawson's creek tonight. is it me, or is some silly tv show echoing my life? argh. i just want to be with my friends again. not unlike dawson--a freaking fictional character--i find myself thinking it would be better if undergrad had been horrendous. then it wouldn't be such a disappointment to come here and not find the same people.

but i won't complain, really, i'm not complaining. stanford is good. a bit more work than i'd like, but hey, i can adjust to that. i miss my old friends, but at least i have a phone and can call them. flute ensemble is incredible, and writing for the daily is an adventure--i've never had anyone actually edit my work until now, and wouldn't you know it actually makes the columns better?

i guess i'm just in a reflective mood. blame two things--tv and a phone conversation with kent. kentie, kentola. yep, i finally tracked the boy down after a week and a half of trying to get ahold of him. i love talking to him, even though he must be annoyed because i usually have a constant stream of questions. i just like hearing his laugh. he told me everyone on dawson's died. ;) that made up for the fact that i had to watch it alone again.

anyway, my bed and book and cup of tea are calling.