beetle-eaters

i really enjoy making up words, i've decided. or using words that don't really work, but if you look at them they work better than any other word you could've chosen?

i think my tiredness is talking.

let's see, what have i done since i've been here last . . . i went camping with the g-ville girls, which was just what i needed. the creek was cold, the fire was warm, the food and the company both hit the spot wonderfully and i think i slept relatively well. although i did wake up once during the night and i'm pretty sure i had just swallowed a big ol' bug.

"eh, it's protein," says my dad. and my mom shrugs her shoulders, nods a little, makes a face and concedes, "i guess so."

we have the same conversation every time we talk about eating bugs. which implies that we talk about it a lot?

anyway. i moved back into school today, but it feels like a totally different campus because i'm in the apartments instead of a dorm. which is fantastic, by the way. i think i would've gone literally and identifiably insane if i had to live in the dorms again.

oh, did i mention that i accidentally gave someone my phone number? yeah. i was in the print shop talking to the guy about getting our brochures printed. the file had been giving them trouble, so we finally figured out a way to make it work.

"ok, well i'll let you know if there's any more trouble"
"thanks!"
"should i just e-mail you or . . . ?"
"yeah, just call me"
(i write down my phone number)

and then he made conversation about how he went to high-school about 15 minutes from my house because he recognized the area code. so i walk out the door still not thinking anything of anything and he says, "well, i'll make sure to give you a call sometime."

i'm pretty sure i gave him the weirdest mix-of-a-smile ever. because as i was smiling it clicked that he wasn't too concerned about the brochure. i mean, really, i just thought that i wouldn't have access to a computer while i was unpacking, so if something went wrong they would need to call me and let me know, you know? i just gave him my number in case, i wasn't giving him my number.

oops. oh well.

i think i'm hopelessly backwards.

but i'm also very tired, because although i did very well in bringing only the essentials, they still translated into climbing the stairs several times in hot weather.

this is the part where you feel sorry for me, remember? or marvel at my independence, either one will work.

*chuckle*

but i do feel very independent. and capable. and all of those things that go along with having an apartment and cooking yourself dinner and cleaning up after you cook yourself dinner.

i think this year is going to go very well.

goodnight ya'll.