Gone with the Suburban

It's happened. I've gone to college. There were many doubters, but I've done it. My roommate seems really nice and so do my suitemates. I think everything will be just fine as soon as I get my own computer. My roommate is letting me borrow hers right now, which is the only reason why I'm able to blog. Granted, I didn't get any sleep last night, but at least I'm here and pretty much ready. Another problem is the fact that I seem to have misplaced my student ID card, and am therefore prevented from charging everything from the vending machines to my mommy and daddy. I'm running out of cash after buying donuts for the family this morning. Though the room is small, I think we can make good use of the space. Cristen and I plan on stealing Ashley and Rachel's dorm design. They've been able to allow more space by stacking tables and such, and goodness knows we're not going to be bothered with the inability to fill the space in here. I'm really excited about everything, and I think it's going to be a good year. Now all I have to do is keep myself from slacking off. I guess I better get back to unpacking. Besides, I feel king of guilty using her computer. Peace out.

Back from the FC

Yes, I've been brainwashed. "Past the point of no return; no going back now. Our passion-play has now at last begun." I'll leave your fickle minds to wonder about the origin of those words. I at least expect Tipti to know. Moving on... I'm back from Fish Camp '05. My Aggie spirit is alive. Light the path; make it shine, fightin Class of '09. Dear Lord, what have they done to me? I officially have 5 full days to pack and prepare for moving in, and 13 days to prepare for the beginning of classes. I might want to also consider payment for those classes. That could come in handy. Regardless, I'm an Aggie now, and, at least as I've been told, I always will be no matter what. Before Fish Camp I wasn't sure that A&M was really for me, but I met so many new people, and all around friendly-like folk, so I expect my experience to be a positive one while I'm at A&M. Word came from Panhellenic, and it looks as though I'll be going through Rush. I don't really know my stance on Sorority life for me, but if I don't try it, how will I know whether or not I would like it? In high school there were a few things that I wished I had tried out, particularly Scholastic Bowl. A few people that were in it told me I'd have a good time and I should come try it out at some point, but I never did, and now I regret it. I don't want to avoid going through Rush simply because I don't know very much about it. That's a poor reason to disembark now, and I know I'd regret not taking advantage of the opportunity to test the waters out later down the road (or the river, whichever cliche metaphor you prefer)... (I suppose river could work best since I used the term "disembark", which is often used in reference to boats, and "water" which is, well, I think that goes without explanation, but I digress). Point being, I'm going to do it. Therefore, I'll be moving in on the 21st. My roommate seems really nice, too. She and I have a lot of the same interests, and now that I know I'll be living next to Rachel and Ashley, I won't really have to worry too much about how well we get along. I can always walk next door to talk to some people that truly love me. I'd go visit Rachel and Ashley sometimes, too.

Squeeeeeeeeeeeee!

I just found out where I'll be living at A&M. That would be Mosher. The room number I will not disclose, but rest assured, it's either right next door or right across the hall from Ashley and Rachel. I'm so freaking excited I could skip 10 miles. I could be suite mates with them. Do you people have any idea how awesome this is? And what are the odds of it even turning out this way? I mean, they applied for Mosher like 6 months ago, and I applied like 6 days ago. We both got into Mosher. That's insane event number one. Number two is the fact that our room numbers are 2 apart, meaning that we're right by each other. How could things work out so well? There must be a catch, but I'm far too thrilled to try and think one up.

Woe betide those who do not tip on Sundays!

Today turned out to be an eventful day. I won't say it was a good day, because bad things happened, but it was at least eventful. First, I woke up early to go to church and then got Shipley's afterward, which was tasty. Then... I had to go to work. All in all it was a fairly good day at work. The only huge disappointment was only getting $7.00 from a party of 20, which I had to split with Tabetha because we agreed at the beginning to work on the table together and split whatever the tip was between the two of us. Needless to say, I did much more work than Tabetha, but I still only got $3.50. I had to be fair. Also, today was the first day that I served someone that I actually have had a conversation with prior to working at Ryan's. Kristyn Phillips and family came today, and I guess she doesn't like me because from her table of 5 I only got $1.00. Bleh. I also saw Matt Brewster and Angela Mehner, and I consider seeing people that I know at work an actual event. Tonight there were only 6 people on the floor. I should have made the seventh after I agreed to work a double for them, but for some reason I got incredibly sick a little into my second shift and they sent me home. I made $49.02 today, which I'm satisfied with. It's definitely better than nothing.

The most interesting part of the day was coming across a field fire when I went to drop Austin off at a friend's bayou house out by ours. As we turned onto the long stretch of road leading up to the subdivision, I noticed a huge cloud of smoke coming from not-too-far in the distance. After I left Austin, I drove out over the bridge to see what was going on and came across a man in a white suburban with blue and red flashing lights in the middle of the road making people turn around. As I followed suit, I pulled out my camera and took a picture, thinking that was as close as I could get to it. Then I saw the man pointing at me and slowly walking toward my car. "Great," I thought. "He's going to make me delete the picture." So I roll down my window to see what he wanted and he asked, "Were you trying to take a picture?"

"Yes..."
"Well, do you want to get a better shot?"

My face expressed the confusing I was feeling.

"Absolutely."

So he lets me get out of the car and go up to the field to get a closer look at what had happened. He and I started talking a little and apparently the fire had been started by a lightning strike a day or so ago. They burned off all the fuel that the fire would have to keep it closed in to prevent it from spreading, and that's where all the smoke had come from. He said that the same thing happened out by the prison on 2004, but was caused by 3 lightning strikes as opposed to the one that hit this field, and that you could go out there and see 8 feet flames everywhere for 2 miles. I thought about driving out there to see if anything interesting had happened, but I was running low on gas and I didn't have the gas card with me so I gave up and came home anyway. I should definitely fill up the tank before I start driving everywhere tomorrow.

That reminds me... I'd like to hear everyone's thoughts on sororities. No reason to ask... none at all. Just curious. Now tell me!