Victory!

Best Part of Today #2:

Being able to take part in trick or treating after thinking I wasn't going to.

During my hour and a half break between classes today, I decided to go to the Student Union, where Trick or Treating was going on. I was very excited about this because I'm not going to be going trick or treating on Halloween. Like last year, one of very best friends and I are dressing up to traipse around Salem, MA, where, extremely surprisingly, there is no traditional trick or treating. (That's why the candy stores do so well.) In what then seemed a sad trick of fate, I found out that you needed a special Union bag in order to receive treats, and there were no more. I was close to despair when I started noticing all the people sitting around with stuffed candy bags. They got their candy, I thought, so they don't need to bags anymore! I looked for someone with a backpack or somewhere else to put their horde, and settled upon a girl with a particularly large purse (which wasn't too hard to find), and, after explaining the situation to her, asked her if I could use her bag if she was done with it. Happily, she seemed to understand my plea very well and was more than willing to bequeath her bag unto me.

TIME FOR FREE CANDY!! (the very best kind)

The Best Part of Today

Hopefully this will become a new routine for me. Inspired by one of my favorite blogs, 1000AwesomeThings.com, I've decided to post what I think is the best part of the past day. It started with hearing the Lord of the Rings score playing in the Whitney Dining hall at Uconn yesterday morning, which I quite enjoyed as opposed to the normal regimen of pop radio music that blares over the speakers. I decided to IM the InstantDaily, a list of im's to Uconn's newspaper, the Daily Campus, saying that was the best part of my day. The today I had another thought with the same heading, so here goes:

The Best Part of Today:

Walking to and from class barefoot.

People were already staring at me because of the frilly sky-and-royal blue dress (http://bit.ly/d8COZO) I was wearing for the Dramatic PAWS dance I was headed to before class, but my adorable blue shoes are more sinister than they look, and delved into their malicious side by ferociously gnawing at the tender skin right above my big toe and the back of my ankle. So, I went barefoot. It was 70˚ and had just rained so the slick grass and smooth pavement beneath my feet was quite refreshing. Plus apparently walking barefoot is good for you mitochondria, according to the Discovery channel show "Dual Survival." Nice job mitochondria, you got a good workout today. (http://bit.ly/aSD7kN)

September: Day 1. School: Day 3.

I'm very excited about this year. The past two yeas have nice in their own different ways, but never before have I liked so many aspects of the school year to come. I love my roommate who was assigned randomly to me. We already get along so well, my only fear is the as-of-yet unknown degree to which I will lose the enjoyment of her company once she gets in a sorority and makes more friends than just me and our mutual new friend from down the hall. I also love all of my classes, which are finally all English classes (except Literary Journalism, but it is in the same spirit as all of my other classes). However it is only the first week, and the combined reading load is already somewhat daunting. And though I have been promoted and given a raise at my job which I already love, I start working next, and am unsure whether I can successfully juggle them all. I am plagued by doubts that next week, and the weeks to come, will not be as truly wonderful as this first one has been. Curiously, I have been getting a lot of things that I was secretly wishing for in my mind, all in such a short span of one another as to inspire a pattern. First, I was wishing that I would make some new friends in my Chaucer class, which seemed full of terrifically fascinating people from the customary first day introductions I was hearing. Particularly, I made a vow that after class I would speak to the boy who sad he had gone to the same anime convention as I had over the summer, and then I thought "Wouldn't it be cool if he were as interested in me as I was in him?" Sure enough, he came right over to me and asked if I wanted to switch emails. Some 15 minutes after this class I had another class on the same floor of the building I was in, and thought "Wouldn't it be great if her were in my Celtic and Norse Myth and Legend class too?" When we decided to swap schedules in the intervening 15 minutes we shared before our next respective classes, I was thrilled to see that we shared the class as well! I was really quite astounded with my luck as we sat down together next the door of our next class and struck up a conversation with the girl across from us right away, who had asked us if we were indeed waiting for the celtic class, when another friend of mine came and sat down right now me, joyously proclaiming she joining our quickly growing group. And that wasn't the last of my serendipitous experiences that day. I can only hope that going home the 1st weekend of school for the annual Mark Twain Library book fair, a tradition I would be very disappointed to miss, will not damage what has become a more-than-pleasant routine for me.

Girrrrls and Boooyyys in Draaamaaa (we're not all old enough for Caaaarrrrs yet)

What is it about girls that makes them so complicated? Guys are so simple (sometimes to the point of stupidity in some cases (through girl eyes, of course), but in others it just makes things easier. You have a beef with someone, and you go right up them and have a "WTF?" headbutting confrontation, and you either resolve to get over it and be buds again, or to just part ways, live and let live. But girls...no, with girls everything is drawn out, micro analyzed. You can't tell someone to their face if you have a problem, you just complain to your friends about, and through friends of her friends of your friends, you find out much later, after a period of time in which you thought you were still friends. Then you talk about it to your friends, and if you ever get up the guts to face her, she blows you off. Is it something in our biology that necessitates the generation of meaningless drama?

Drama, that's where it all started for me. Most of my friends now are my friends from high school, and most of those friends were from being in theatre. Is it just me, and my groups of friends ("friends") being in theatre that makes us this way, or are all girls like this? Sometimes, I wish I could just be a guy for a couple days or so, just to see what it's like. Or read peoples minds. Either one.

I compose a masterpiece (well really just it's title, to begin with)

It's funny how people affect our lives in the smallest ways. For the past several years of my computing life, I have uses variations of the same username, chiohchan, for pretty much everything. But while logging into to my Toontown account (yes, you read that right, and no I'm not under the age of 12) I realized I have my sister's boyfriend to thank for breaking me out of that potentially unsafe habit. Him and his xbox, that is. During the school year, my sister and her boyfriend Greg both attend the same college and work at the same place, only about 10 minutes away from our house, but about an hour and a half from Greg. This summer, Greg came to stay at our house because of a summer class, and he brought his xbox with him. It was on this xbox that I honed my skills at Halo and Call of Duty. But on these games, you are not yourself: greg is gdrums, my sister sara: saraflute, and I...well I was myself, for lack of a better idea. I'm not a music major like my two fellow gamers, but rather an English major. So what then, would be my substitute title? What is my instrument? I didn't want to use chiohchan again, and that got me to thinking about all the technology in my life that required passwords, and then about technology in general. You see, being an english major, I loooove books. But the paper and ink kind, not the pixels and LED bulb kind. I have nothing against machines like the kindel or the iPad, I just resent the self-important technology freaks who say it will replace books. It was then that I smiled. I became ebooks7. Not electronic books, but eliza's books. And a 7 for luck. Luck that I'll need to protect my instrument from the digital age.

0500 hours

Woke up at 5 am this morning. Not sure if that's a good thing if it was induced by waking from a cold sweat, going back to bed, and then needing pay another visit to the bathroom, going back to bed, and then deciding the hell. Normally I like the early morning when I wake up naturally as opposed to having to drag myself out of bed for some early event. Problem, was it wasn't a natural, well-rested awakening. We'll see how this bodes later in the day. Milk was a good choice today. Especially with Cheerios and Granola.

Go figure.

I got them all right yet was somehow missing 5%. Was it my attitude?

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