Since school got out on May 20th, a lot and little has happened.
My two favorite Texans came for a visit. It was great fun.
My sciatic nerve got "pinched" and I've been hobbling around and trying desperately to exercise without being completely miserable. It's nearly impossible on some days. Oh, and according to my chiropractor (and an X-ray) the lower half of my spine curves to one side.
A bit like this (although I don't have scoliosis like this pictures suggests the subject does):
I got my dorm assignments- yesterday. And I'm a lot disappointed. I didn't get my preferred choice of dorm style. So instead of living in a quad with three roommates and a shared bathroom for the four of us I'm living in a boring and sad traditional living center with only one roommate and a so-called semi-private bathroom down the hall. And petty as it may sound, I'm afraid that my roommate is going to be prettier than me and one of those beautiful girls who feels as though she can be mean and get away with it. I have no idea what she's like or what she looks like, but her name is Adrianna. Yes, I'm judging a book by its cover. Sorry guys but, I can't help but get a vision in my head about what someone is like by simply hearing their name. I hope she's nice. And that I'm not a socially awkward penguin.
I've watched several really wonderful movies and documentaries. And have been discovering- and I use that term very loosely- some really good music. Or stumbling upon it from my itunes account.
Some of my girl friends and I have been rediscovering how much fun a sleepover can be. And rediscovering how uncomfortable it is to sleep on the floor.
Up until about two weeks ago I had never seen any of the X-men movies. Well, now I've seen all of them including the newly released in theatres X-Men First Class. Oh my that is a phenomenal film. My favorite of all of them so far.
My insecurities have rooted themselves in pretty deep. It definitely doesn't help that it's ninety degrees outside and anyone and everyone is wearing vagina shorts and spaghetti straps. Even back when I was in prime shape I felt uncomfortable wearing such little clothing. I don't care how hot it is. Some things should be covered and left to the imagination.
I've been going on dates! One of my very best friend's brother and I have been hanging out and getting to know each other. The most recently was a nearly three hour game of scrabble. The last time I played was over a year ago and hadn't played for years previous to that time. In a game where practice makes skilled, I had a terrible disadvantage. I should probably get my embarrassing words to myself, but they're entertaining in the least. I played the words: lieu, crate, too, dozen, jar, whore, grip, voices and that's all I can remember. Dozen being my highest-scoring word. Nevertheless it was fun even though I got beat.
And I've been melancholy quite often. I'm hoping that will change soon.
