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Hello, darlings.
Well here I am two months after my last post. Guys, I love you, but what the hell am I doing with this deadjournal? I mean, I love it to death... but I already started another blog just in case I'm tired of this thing. As I've stated hundreds of times already, it's more likely I'm just nearing the end of my fascination with online journaling. Or maybe it's just a temporary thing? I don't know. Whatever, let's chat since I feel like hiding from all my new residents, anyway.
On Aug. 2, inconveniently two days before my birthday, I moved back to Iowa. Greg and Mom took me, and this time I bawled more than ever before. Can I say it's normal that I still hate leaving the nest this much? I sure can't. But RA training was actually sort of fun, and I befriended a whole bunch of people (including bossy new ho Jessica, an RA in Burge, who I played badminton with last night). Granted, RA training occupied about eight hours of every day until last week. In that sense, training was a pain in the ass. But I survived it. And now almost all of my floor residents are moved in... and I like all of them within their own Honors-kid neuroses. I'm not quite sure how much I'm supposed to be out and about and meeting them and becoming their best friend, but I've made a little headway. I played a couple games of Scrabble with one of my residents, and I generally just barge in randomly on the rest of my floormates to say "hi." Tomorrow I have an Honors luncheon and Hubbard Park picnic to attend with my residents, so I hope more than two of them decide to actually show up. Man. I hope I'm doing this right.
And then of course there's the fucking paper. I'm really coming to resent the thing because of how awkwardly it fits in with my RA schedule. I finally had my Jewish heart-attack in front of Meghan the other day... because when you're an editor at the DI, you spend, oh, at least two hours waiting for the design team to print you off your page to read and OK. I hate sitting there waiting to do something -- I have so many other things I could be doing. Like hiding out here and listening to any of my versions of "Bossy". Or True Blue... which I'm currently listening to and loving. Anyway, I've already discussed with Meghan the possibility of writing a weekly humor column, and she seemed really game. Now HERE's something that might resemble a part of my calling. Do you get the impression that Iowa doesn't feel like an organic extension of my life? Have you read any of my entries in the past two years? No? Okay.
And on top of all this, school starts Monday. Granted, I have only two classes per day, which is fucking stellar. My life may just be manageable... especially with sympathetic journalism professors who feel my lowly editor pain. We'll see.
I'm really missing my Lemont friends right now. Tonight I'll be going out dancing and barhopping (uggh) with a bunch of RAs, and I'll probably have a really good time... but man, I keep reflecting on a conversation I had with Sarah last night. Luckily I'm a psychopath with a program that logs all my internet convos:
sarahgeee30 (11:46:45 PM): i told amanda
sarahgeee30 (11:46:55 PM): im like, no one ive met at school even compares to my friends in lemont
CmonVogue1009 (11:47:03 PM): its so weird that i think the same way
sarahgeee30 (11:47:04 PM): and shes like, i know they really dont
CmonVogue1009 (11:47:10 PM): like, i think a bunch of people think that way
CmonVogue1009 (11:47:19 PM): granted, weve all known each other longer
CmonVogue1009 (11:47:27 PM): but like... im sorry, even with sass
CmonVogue1009 (11:47:30 PM): NO ONE compares
sarahgeee30 (11:47:32 PM): HAHAHAHA
CmonVogue1009 (11:47:45 PM): and people here ALWAYS ask if i'm kidding
CmonVogue1009 (11:48:02 PM): guys, heres when im not kidding: when i fucking shank you after you dont get 345234 jokes in a row
sarahgeee30 (11:48:08 PM): HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
sarahgeee30 (11:48:17 PM): i know
sarahgeee30 (11:48:34 PM): i always feel like....nothings as funny as when im with like you and kimmie
sarahgeee30 (11:48:39 PM): or amanda and kinga and brit
CmonVogue1009 (11:49:17 PM): minus maybe my friend kiki, i would say the same thing about lemont people in comparison to iowans
CmonVogue1009 (11:49:30 PM): granted, iowans have spent much of their time humorlessly shucking corn.
sarahgeee30 (11:49:37 PM): HAHAHA, this is true
sarahgeee30 (11:49:50 PM): in lemont we spend our time giving blow jobs, and eating at panera
CmonVogue1009 (11:49:59 PM): HAHAHA
CmonVogue1009 (11:50:03 PM): and that job is fucking fulltime
sarahgeee30 (11:50:09 PM): its overtime, louis
sarahgeee30 (11:50:13 PM): its life.
And what a fabulous life it is. By this time I'm pretty sure my Lemont friends will be sticking around (as in, friendship-wise, not necessarily location-wise) for the long haul, and so I shouldn't be worried I'm missing out on some fabulous Panera-oriented events with the princesses or any of my other luxurious home friends. No. I should feel like I can have a life at school and feel like I'm not abandoning anything or making some bold decision to revamp my whole life. This is something a freshman in college should be learning, not a junior. I suppose I'm doomed to not learn it until I graduate. But fuck it, I kick ass.
Also, I just said, "but fuck." Go forth and but-fuck, everyone.
I also miss my mommy. Her friend and sponsoree Mary just passed away, so it's been a tough few days for her. Wish I could be physically there for her... but our phone calls lately have been sweet and funny, just the same. In the middle of talking about her friend, my mom goes, "Oh, and gosh, there was something I needed to ask you... what was it... oh yes! Runway! What happened?!" Mom watched three episodes of Project Runway with me in Wisconsin, and although now she can't watch the show at home on our basic cable, she still asks for updates. Look at that mom of mine catching on to Tim Gunn's pinstriped badassitude. She's going to be just fine.
But anyway, it's time for me to get going... True Blue is over, Madonna herself is now 48 (that's my girl! You show them at 50, 60, 90, and until the end of time!)... but I myself am now 20, a somewhat-adult with new responsibilities, and a chip on my shoulder the size of Chipain's. And that's a whole lot of Voortman cookies. Love you guys, thanks for tuning in, listening, getting it. I'll be in touch somehow, someway. You'll at least get a Christmas card.
All confused and making-it-work, xoxo,
Louis
P.S. Umm, actually, REALLY thank-you for getting it. How about this other RA, upon hearing my middle name was Sebastian, asked me, "Wait! Are you named after Sebastian from Cruel Intentions?!" Ummm, I'll divide my response into two parts, dear. One, that's right, my parents named me after a Ryan Phillippe character. They were just inspired by his shirtlessness. That's what they wanted in a son. And two, UM, that movie came out in 1999. After all, I am actually six years old. I can't wait to be an RA, but I REALLY can't wait for first grade! I hope to trade Troll figurines with my new friends. Good lord. God help us, and peace out, guys.
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