Being John Malkovich

Well I'm here. At school. Again.



I know i wrote about being all excited about summer school on Friday, but i must admit as soon as i woke up this morning...I didn't want to go. Sue me.



Some days i am so DONE with school. Other days i love being here. Today i just wanted to crawl back under the covers and forget this whole Summer School thing. But i have to graduate, so i woke up real early this morning, got dressed, and me and my mom headed back to school for another round of "move me into a dorm"

Unlike last summer i had an option of which dorm i wanted to live in this time around. I could stay in the dorms which usually house frat boys. That dorm is pretty shitty and are located a far distance from my classes. The only real plus is it's a private bedroom (no roomies!). Or i could move into the honors apartment, located in the very nice area of campus with TREES. It's an apartment style dorm, so i would have my own room but i would have to share the kitchen/living room/ and bathroom with someone (1 roomie). But it's close to all of my classes and who doesn't want to live in the honors dorm.

Guess which one i picked.

On the outside the Honors dorm in the shitz. It's decked out in country club glamour. The birds are chirping, the trees sway in the summer breeze, and the big green lawn out front beckons you. Unfortunately inside is like a crack house, filled with it's share of bugs and dark walls (i'm waiting for the toothless hooker any moment). I can only describe the paint as "gravy" and the carpet as "meat loaf". When we walked into the apartment some of it's tenants greeted us. It was like lord of the flies had conveyed at the sink to discuss what to do with Jack or Piggy ( i love that novel). The flies flew in every which direction once the door open. It was pretty gross. My mom went Rambo on them with a spray she bought, but even now i am swatting at a few.

The place is small and dark, almost like a dungeon. If the walls weren't a shade of beef gravy it wouldn't seem so cave like, but i guess the university missed the memo. I guess the saying is right "you pay for the view not so much the space". I don't mind the cramped quarters so much, but i do mind that the windows are small. We only have one in each bedroom and it's literally like a small hole in the wall. I am being to think it's a portal into John Malkovich's mind. I won't test it out though.

All I get for a view is a parking lot and a lonely tree. I question closing the blinds for privacy but then i just feel claustrophobic and oddly alone.

The roomie so far is a no show and it's 8pm. I don't want to get all excited and stake claim that no one is coming and i have the apartment to myself, but i don't know of anyone else who moves in after 9pm. There are two entries into this particular apartment, because i am close to an exit. I keep hearing doors and voices (assuming it's my roomie) only to realize it's someone from the hall. I am holding my breath for the roomie to be a no show, but i don't want to get my hopes up

Classes start tomorrow. My sociology class is first at 8am and then Art Criticism. I am both excited and petrified of this Art Criticism class. There are only 12 people and i feel like she is going to want hardcore participation because it is an upper level class. Though i am not academically lazy this is my last undergraduate semester at my university and i don't want a hard class. I would much rather sit, take notes, take the exams and get out of there. The class does sound pretty interesting though. I bought the books today (after all the moving) and apparently she is implementing some philosophy with the art stuff.

I only have until tomorrow to drop/add a course, so i'll go to the class, get the syllabus, check out what she has planned for the next four weeks and see if it's not to much for me to handle. If so, there is a history class waiting for me, and i don't mind another go at US history.