Badoop!

I've recently become a crochet fanatic, and by "recently" I mean two days ago. Since then I've made two scarves, two pairs of mitts, and one hat.
I don't have anything else of importance to say, but felt that it was necessary to make my seventh post of the year.

This one's for you, Colin

Ohai! Every now and then I direct someone here, and then I feel guilty about never writing. So this is for the last hapless wayfarer on the Great Interwebz that I sent here, as stated in the title. It's also for YOU, if I've sent you here and you're reading this (regardless of whether your name is Colin or not).
With the amount of Colins I've met recently though, the odds seem to be in your favor.
There are no less than six fine young gentlemen named Colin in the dorm that I now reside in. Yes, I've made it to school, and survived the first half of the first semester. Huzzah!
College life is good. Choosing courses was, as predicted, completely traumatic, but I'm enjoying all the ones I chose. My first year seminar is on site-specific live art, my composition class is all about food--yum! Aside from those I have introduction to anthropology, music cultures of the world, and college chorale. Since I go to a work college I have 15 hours of work a week as well, on the paint crew.

Colin is one of my college buddies, my main cohort in filling Sunderland dorm with music from the stairwells. He plays bagpipes. We were destined to be friends. :D

LOL MY LIFE

The other day I went to the grocery store. Now, it seems that every time I get sent out grocery shopping it's on a day that I didn't expect to go anywhere, and, for some reason, decided that it would be a good idea to channel my inner hipster or soothsayer or other subculture-y genre that is Extremely Weird to people around where I live.
In order to avoid melting of embarrassment I've devised a system; I float around the produce section of Martin's, picking out the most delectable organic vegetables I can find, then swooping by the natural foods section and hovering longingly over the soy ice cream.
When I do this I, for one, feel like Allie from Hyperbole and a Half (" I strut around with my head held high, looking the other responsible people in the eye with that knowing glance that says 'I understand. I'm responsible now too. Just look at my groceries.'"), and I also feel like I'm projecting some sort of soothing, hippiemotherearthgoddess vibe around the entire store, setting an example for all the poor benighted souls who go straight to the prepackaged food section and don't know that "organic" and "veganism" aren't names for terrible diseases.

Then I give myself an accidental shower by clumsily shaking the excess water out of a bunch of kale.
At that point, my cover is blown. I'm just a clumsy and awkward kid with dreads who eats lots of vegetables.

Oh well.

Course catalogs are evil.

Yesterday I thought I would be organized and productive by looking at my school's course catalog.

This was a mistake.

My intended major is history, for various reasons. Mostly because I think history is pretty cool and because if I want to do it in Real Life having studied it in college would probably help.
Anyway, I looked through the history courses and drooled and was very excited about it.
Then I looked through the anthropology courses. And I drooled and was very excited.
Same with philosophy.
And with theatre.
And English.
And Peace and Justice studies.
And all of the things I looked at.

This poses a problem.
Not that it's a surprising problem at all, but it's a problem nonetheless.

I have a feeling that choosing classes at orientation is going to be one of the most traumatic experiences of my life up to this point.

I have dreadlocks now. Dreadlocks are cool.

Oh hey several-month-long gap!

There is no way I can go into detail about everything that's happened since the last entry, so I'm not even going to try. Here's a basic outline of the highlights:
March:
Military Through the Ages at Jamestown Settlement, I managed to not get eaten by the Jacobites and had good times with the gentlemen from Tidewater Maritime Living History Association.
April:
Survived the GED test. Market Fair at Ft. Frederick, more good times. Was asked to join a band, started that process.
May:
Several things happened at once; Grandma Dee passed away one morning, I found and rescued a baby barred owl that evening, then sang in an Antietam Women's Ensemble concert two days later. Although it was a hard time, having the owl and concert helped greatly in processing the grief.
June:
Played with House of Cadarn (the aforementioned band) at the Hampton Blackbeard Pirate Festival. Good times.
Various other activities with friends and stuff.
July:
Hitched a ride with Tad to Old Fort Niagara for their French and Indian War encampment on July 4th weekend, kidnapped my twinny, Barbara and had a lovely time. Stopped by the (brig) Niagara both ways, and helped out with a daysail on the 4th. Seeing the boat and old shipmates was fun.
Tried, for the second-and-a-half time to get dreadlocks, this time with success.
Went to Wisconsin for a celebration of life for Grandma Dee, and met her brother, my great-uncle Dick, his daughter (mom's cousin) and her two daughters (my...second cousins, I think). It went well.
We got home from that around 2am this morning. Tomorrow night we're going to Deathly Hallows part 2 for the midnight premier. SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK.

At some point this spring (I don't know what month) I got accepted to Warren Wilson, and, of course, am going to be going there on August 17, 35 days. Not like I'm counting or anything...

I'll try to write again, and more than a laundry list of events next time. But for now, actual laundry beckons.

Still Alive (for better or for worse)

Last time I posted I was stressing about the SAT.....I survived, as evidenced by my being able to write this. Not only did I survive, but I managed to not bomb it as much as I thought, and discovered a talent for sentence completions. Whoo. Hoo.

After taking the SAT I panicked about college applications, and managed to finish one of them, the other one I'm still working on.

After panicking and getting that application in the mail and then panicking more, I drove to NC to go a-visiting and also to have an interview at the college I'd just sent off an application to.
Fortunately they weren't weirded out by the fact that my portfolio and application came housed in an 18th century style hand bound book with marbled covers. *whew*

That's that, now I'm attempting to fight off an aggressive bout of writer's block (more like writer's HUGE SLAB OF CONCRETE). Writer's block for things that matter that is, not for drivel like this. Meh.

Study Break!

...by which I mean in a few minutes I'll take a break out of my procrastinating and actually do some studying. (Just kidding.)

I have, as usual, been forgetting all my good intentions to post more useless natter on the Great Interwebz, which I mean to rectify now.
I'm not going to attempt to list everything I've done since the last post way back in October, I'll just suffice it to say that Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's were all lovely and 2011 and I are going to be friends whether 2011 likes it or not.

Some things I've been thinking about lately are applications for a boat job this coming summer, clothes, taking the SAT, doing college applications and generally just getting things done that I should have started forever ago.
The clothes part is just a continuation of my perpetual resolution to "dress more creatively" which I follow with varying degrees of success.
The college apps/SAT bit is a little more pressing.
The seeking of a boat job is also pressing, perhaps even more so than college applications, because then if my academic career plummets I'll at least have a job with meals and a berth provided. I mean, a hammock isn't much, but it's better than nothing. Except I've been told that not all ships make their crews sleep in hammocks. AMAZING. So I'll have meals and a bunk. Or maybe even a shared cabin, if it's super deluxe.

And with that, I'm off to insert my nose into a book again.