taking ten

The vast differences between the ME that started at NYU and the ME now starting at Marymount are numerous and require far too much explanation, but for the moment let’s focus on one. At NYU, I preferred to be alone. I don’t think I’ve been alone for more than 20 minutes since I came to Marymount.

Do I like it more or less? Truthfully, I’m apathetic. Right now, having people around is probably the better option as it keeps me from wallowing or getting homesick or just upset in general. But I do value my alone time. And today, after spending too much money on a Harry Potter exhibit that, although cool, was an uber let down and feeling a little stifled and conflicted about the roommates and how they were acting, I decided it was time for some alone time. And then I turned alone time into a small treat for myself.

So I went and got overpriced McDonalds for the first time in months because I wanted some chicken nuggets for effs sake. I went to Duane Reade and did a minor grocery run, and now I’m sitting in the kitchen writing this blog eating snack size candy bars as dessert and watching a little Jimmy Fallon. And blogging too, because I love you guys.

Personal time not only well deserved, but well enjoyed.

Tomorrow is hardcore orientation – getting up at 8 and going to school and meeting peer leaders and getting told to have safe sex and not to get plastered. Excited isn’t the correct word to describe what I feel about this, but I cannot think of another one. I mean, I am excited, just not in any sort of active way. I just wanna go listen to people talk. I’m excited to start classes – I’m such a dork/nerd/whatever. I want to learn. Really, I do. I’ve so missed being able to sit down and just learn about stuff. In fact, that may be what I do tonight – buy myself a book or two on my iPad or maybe buy NYT website reading privileges (also so I can haunt the real estate section). Cause I miss reading and learning and being confused and then reading more or reading again and figuring it out. I love that I can outsmart my friends – nerdy and a little show off-y, I know, but what can you do?

Yeah, I guess excited may be a better word for it than I thought. =]