SO WIRED. AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY.
Aug. 26th, 2008 10:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardI am so nervous right now. I just came back from AFROTC orientation, and I spent the entire time so wired that, well -- when I get nervous, I either talk way too much or go completely silent, and this time it was the latter. And it doesn't help that one of the other girls there was a freshman at Tulane whose entire family is career Air Force, and therefore she already knows everything AND talks a lot AND got everyone's phone number while I sat there trying to remember how to breathe. (And seriously, what's with all these people from Chicago? I know SO MANY people from Chicago. One of them once almost ran over Barack Obama before he became famous! Another girl I know went to Obama's high school in Hawaii!)
And now I need clothes I do not have and have no way to buy before Thursday, which is when I need them, so I'm going to end up wandering around my dorm and asking plaintively if anyone has khakis I can borrow, because I have black slacks, but I don't have khakis, and I don't have any shoes that go with my slacks except my heels, and I obviously cannot wear those to ROTC. Because all my shoes are BROWN. And one can obviously not wear brown shoes with black pants. I'm already borrowing my roommate's polo shirts; hopefully we're close enough in size that it should work. This is the sort of thing you tell someone BEFORE they come two thousand miles from home and to a city where it's, like, impossible to buy clothes near campus. (The shuttles only run on the weekend! Because Tulane wants us to, uh...I have no idea. Today we learned the thin line between drunk sex and date rape? It was a mandatory lecture? And now we have t-shirts that tell us how to take care of a friend that passes out drunkenly? SHOULD HAVE GONE TO WELLESLEY. God, why didn't I go to Wellesley?)
And classes start tomorrow, and I'm a nervous wreck right now for various reasons. Still wired post-AFROTC, terrified about the fact I have to, uh, start working out because, well, ROTC. As in MILITARY. And classes. Oh my God. Why am I at college? *terrified*
And I really want to write, because I haven't really done so in a while now and I want to, so badly it hurts, but the whole being wired doesn't help, and...I don't even know.
Somebody come be soothing at me?
And now I need clothes I do not have and have no way to buy before Thursday, which is when I need them, so I'm going to end up wandering around my dorm and asking plaintively if anyone has khakis I can borrow, because I have black slacks, but I don't have khakis, and I don't have any shoes that go with my slacks except my heels, and I obviously cannot wear those to ROTC. Because all my shoes are BROWN. And one can obviously not wear brown shoes with black pants. I'm already borrowing my roommate's polo shirts; hopefully we're close enough in size that it should work. This is the sort of thing you tell someone BEFORE they come two thousand miles from home and to a city where it's, like, impossible to buy clothes near campus. (The shuttles only run on the weekend! Because Tulane wants us to, uh...I have no idea. Today we learned the thin line between drunk sex and date rape? It was a mandatory lecture? And now we have t-shirts that tell us how to take care of a friend that passes out drunkenly? SHOULD HAVE GONE TO WELLESLEY. God, why didn't I go to Wellesley?)
And classes start tomorrow, and I'm a nervous wreck right now for various reasons. Still wired post-AFROTC, terrified about the fact I have to, uh, start working out because, well, ROTC. As in MILITARY. And classes. Oh my God. Why am I at college? *terrified*
And I really want to write, because I haven't really done so in a while now and I want to, so badly it hurts, but the whole being wired doesn't help, and...I don't even know.
Somebody come be soothing at me?