Back to disarray

The past two weeks have been something short of crazy.

I went into denial about leaving Miami, and I am still sad to leave home. I think the big lurking problem is that home isn't going to be where I live in a few years. It freaks me out. I'm pretty sure my quarter-life crisis is on its way. I'd give it a year or so till it hits full-force.

I drove up to Gainesville on Saturday night. I stayed with my grandbig, who had this lovely idea, so my energy would be saved for the next day. It turned out to be a brilliant move, as I was able to get my room semi-organized, plus my stuff out of storage. On Monday, the mom came and helped me set up more stuff. She had the same frustration with our new loft furniture as I did, despite her not having to sleep in a bed that gives you less than 2 feet of headroom between the mattress and the ceiling. Yesterday, I finally managed to get things 100 percent situated. The accomplishment was a great success in my book.

Today started Pi Chi Spirit Week. Being told to just bring a bathing suit and towel, I rightfully assumed we were going to Ginnie Springs. After doing some group bonding activities, we did a nice little float down the river. Until Wednesday, we have some serious days ahead of us. At least it beats doing walk outs at the sorority house.

Ten to go

Well, looks like it's time for my weekly update. I'll make it a quick update.

Wednesday I learned I had no cavities, had lunch with my dad and saw my grandparents. I'm not totally sure what I did on Thursday or Friday. It probably involved a lot of looking down at the beach and a lot of junk TV. Oh, and I also got a ginormous package of clothing I ordered online. Yahoo for that.

Saturday, I went to a high schooler's 17th birthday after work. Yes, you read that right. A friend's little sister had a birthday kegger and us older kids were there to "supervise." It was strange. I felt old and experienced. Mer.

Sunday, I had the delight of closing at work. On Monday, I returned a good half of the clothes I ordered since they didn't fit (which was actually my original plan - go me!) I also went to a bookstore to get some books. That last sentence was really redundant, sorry. But anywho, I hadn't been in a bookstore just to browse in forever. I really enjoyed it and need to make it a point to go once back in Gainesville as an escape.

Yesterday, I read by the pool for a bit and then went with my mom to my grandparents'. We ended up finding a little dachshund running around, played with it for awhile, decided to call it Frank, watched it try to hunt lizards and introduced it to splashing around in the lake, all to have it taken away by his fat little owners who didn't even thank us for taking care of him. Rude. On the bright side, I got empanadas and arepas to bring home.

Today was simple. I slept too late in between waking up from really weird dreams, hung out on the beach for a bit, made a cake using a recipe that used to be a favorite in high school and finished up some involvement applications. I should be going out, but the limited luxury of my couch and the proximity (or lack thereof) of my condo keeps me in. I go back to Gainesville in 10 days and am not ready to leave home.

I swear, nearly once a day, I go "I should update my blog." And then I don't. I don't know why I don't either. I suppose on my next one I will be better. I think part of the reason is this is a things-I-did blog, not something that I just scribble on.

By the way, I've decided to start a separate blog once my Facebook account is activated again, given that this blog purely had the purpose of documenting a summer that I couldn't share through obnoxious status updates and too many pointless photographs. Prepare for a new link to be posted on Bid Day.

Bittersweet things

This weekend was spent in Gainesville, seeing friends and doing general college town shenanigans. It was good to see everyone, as usual, and to appreciate what they've come to mean to me. Also, after our Ginnie Springs trip, we reflected on if there will ever be another time in our lives when we will load up on school buses full of a pallet of Natty's and float down a river for a few hours, just enjoying ourselves and the moment. Our conclusion was no, we have 2 more years to do all this and we better enjoy every remaining minute on it.

So bittersweet, but it made me so excited to go back in the fall. I'm looking forward to truly taking advantage of what's left of my college career. Especially given that I was asked a good 3 times at a Friday latenight if I was a freshman. While I had to tell the nice little frat boys that, no, I was actually their elder, it also brought to my attention that I better use my youth while it's still there.

Now, I'm home and sick. No bueno, but I think that now I've gotten through the first 48 hours of it, my sinuses are starting to regulate themselves again. I know you really wanted to read all that, sorry.

My nose might also be on the breathable side now because I started bawling while I was watching a movie involving a kitty that looked like my old one. I miss George. A lot a lot a lot. And as much as I keep pushing for a new one, he was a special one and always will be. It still makes me upset that we had to leave him at my old house, but I just imagine he's happier there than he would be cooped up in the condo.

I've spent a good majority of this night sitting on my balcony, watching all that is Miami. This view has become one of my favorite things in the world. You can see all the cars like ants, watch the weather rolling in, the ocean always churning in the background. I intend to enjoy the last 2 1/2 weeks I have of it.

Just myself

I've realized that this summer has led to a lot of alone time, just me sitting and thinking and wondering. I made an effort to detox from the bad things around me, and I think it's working pretty well. While I wouldn't exactly say that I'm joyous about the state of things that surround me and my life right now, I am proud to say that I do know what will make me happy. I just need the right surroundings and the right opportunities.

Suffice it to say, I think that's what matters most - knowing what you need, figuring out what you want and making yourself capable to achieve it, all with a dose of sensibility and a dash of optimism.

On that note, with all my musings, I've really embraced my creativity. I don't want it to go away when I become a part of the college crowd mentality again. I'm definitely going to make an effort to remain an indivudal, while still keeping my fratstar shining. Also, I've realized that this blog has been more of a page from my iCal than anything else, so I'm going to make an effort to get a little more personal and more frequent during my last month of writing on here.

That's another dilemma - I want to keep blogging, but I feel that this one's purpose - to document my summer without Facebook - will be done come Bid Day. Do I start another one? Should I just change the title of this one and keep going on here? If anyone has any ideas or comments, help me out please. I'm a bit baffled with what I should do. But, on the bright side, I don't have to make a decision till August 25th. I guess time is on my side this time.