I think I’m too dependent on my car. Even though I don’t use it quite so much in college, I feel like I’ve lost something.
Really no big deal; brother’s just taking it to San Antonio for the time being since he totaled his car. He needs it more than I do, and we’re siblings, so we help each other out. Real talk.
I’m really excited about going to Austin next year, especially now that I have the living situation worked out. It might be cramped: five people in one apartment, but we’ll manage. It will be much less costly than living on campus, and the half-mile walk will be good for me.
It snowed a lot on Thursday. A lot in North Texas standards; maybe you heard about it. It was the most snow I have ever seen at once. Unfortunately, I was ill-equipped for the snow, and I still had to go to class. I was a little miserable trudging through the snow in jeans, a sweatshirt, and a pair of Converse. My physics test was postponed so I went back to my dorm and saw a couple of smart people outside the dorm.
“You put the Wal-Mart bag over the shoe.”
Alas, it was too late for me.
Then the school closed down at 3:00pm. The damage was done. Friday’s classes were cancelled, too, but I don’t have classes Fridays, so no bigs. I spent the rest of Thursday watching Metalocalypse.
What a great show.
I think I slept straight through Friday – not even a little bit of studying (which would have been prudent) or eating. I didn’t feel that my hunger was worth a walk through the snow. I did, however, tend to my car a little bit by removing the five inches of snow that sat on the windshield.
My brother laughed at me when I was late picking him up from the train station on Saturday. We went home and had dinner as a family, they watched the Olympics while I worked, napped, and did laundry, and then yesterday morning my dad drove me back to school.
This was probably my most eventful weekend since school started. It was nice seeing everybody, but I hate to say that it didn’t feel particularly special.
My first tests of the semester this week, and first English essay – feeling a little uneasy about all of this. I have no doubt I’ll be fine, but this knowledge cannot help my insecurities.
I really don’t know how to end an entry. I hate writing.
