It's been a little over a year since my last journal entry.
Fun fact.

I'm in college now, so that's different. Currently attending Seattle University, conveniently located in...you guessed it! Seattle, Washington! Gold star for you. I'm planning on getting my Bachelor's degree in English (either Composition or Literature) potentially double-majoring in something else, maybe shooting for a minor in Spanish or Film Studies or something different that will actually make money, and then who knows from there. Maybe get a Master's, maybe start teaching high school, maybe look into some technical writing or advertising or editing (not a newspaper, mind you. That shit's about to be obsolete!) or criticizing or freelancing.

I, obviously, am not too sure.
About nearly everything, to be honest.

I'm on the quarter system, enrolled in: Introduction to Philosophy and Criticism (110), Introductory Psychology (120), and Improvisation in Art & Life (291). All of the classes seem pretty fun; relatively easy. A lot of fucking reading though, which isn't a problem. I just didn't expect this much.

My roommates are pretty cool- as cool as you could hope for, I suppose. They stay up late too, which is nice because I don't have to worry about waking them with my late-night antics. It's past 2am; Michael is laughing his ass off at Cruel Intentions and Anthony is brushing his teeth and just glanced at me because I farted.

People have style in Seattle. I wish I had money for nice clothes and shoes and whatnots. Maybe then all this consensual eye-fucking around campus would come to fruition.

I went for a run around campus last night to clear my head. It was refreshing, but FUCK I am out of shape. The captain of the rugby team sent me an e-mail asking me to come out to practice, but the current practice schedule is Tuesday and Thursday from 4:30pm to 6:30pm and I don't get out of class until 5:50pm those days. Um.

On top of attempting to play rugby, I also wanna join the radio station here, and get a job, and be a part of the Writing Club (because they help tutor students in English classes). I know that I cannot realistically do all of those things, and keep up on schoolwork and sleep and socializing and all that, but I'm not sure what I'm going to stick with or drop.

It's weird deciding what I want to say on dA, because there have obviously been lots of happenings in the past year but I can't remember them. I should just keep a running list of Shit To Tell People.

Oh, I've moved twice since last year.

I'm fucking starving. There is a Beef n' Jalapeño Hot Pocket in the freezer and I want it in my mouth but I don't actually want to go through the motions of mechanical digestion. The food at Seattle U is super-tasty, in case you were wondering. And it's all PETA-friendly and shit, like all of the animals are raised and killed humanely and the majority of the products they use are vegetarian and there are always tasty vegan options. It's kinda cool to have that on campus. Relatively noble, I guess.

Gonna head to the library in a bit to read some Plato- my dorm is too loud right now.

I hold the door for everyone. Chivalry is not dead, in certain aspects. Mostly though, it is.

Just so you guys know, I ate the Hot Pocket. It was delicious.

I made a semi-realistic goal for myself: be fluent in Spanish by the time I graduate.

And FUCK I forgot how annoying a group of girls is when they're all meeting for the first time and eager to make friends.

Gonna hit up a few shows in the next month...Opeth, Crystal Castles, Santogold, Pinback, dunno who else.

I've been here for almost a week and it's actually starting to feel a bit like home. Or, at least, a little less like a vacation.

People are the fucking same though. Everyone's pulling the same goddamn high school bullshit. It's so ironic. I just want them to get it out of their systems so we can all move on and stop being idiots.

Elevators are a great place to meet people.

Still haven't drank soda or coffee or any of that. It's been...four years, I think, since I've had any caffeine (I mean, obviously that shit is in chocolate and Excedrin and whatever, but I don't think that really counts).

I've gotta get a job- been unemployed for almost a month.
I don't like it.

Almost everyone is really friendly. Like 9 out of 10 people are super excited to be here and smile and start a conversation with you and all that. It's...refreshing.

I got a laptop. Sony Vaio VGN-NR498E, if you wanna google it.
Me gusta.

The water pressure in the showers is a joke. It's like washing underneath a fucking tiny leak in a basement.

The campus is gorgeous.
The weather, the girls, the city- everything. I'm really happy.

Why am I using so many spaces between these sentences.

I didn't read my Plato stuff. Thank you, Wikipedia.

I'm coming off much more apathetic than I actually feel.

I have to wake up in less than five hours. It's bedtime.

Let me know how you guys are doing.
Feel free to ask for some more information or clarification on shit- it's been a while and I don't blame you one bit for all those slashes on your wrists. I missed me too.

As always,

,

-Nick.