Starting School Again and Weighing In

I stayed the night at my cousins’ house last night and I never want to leave when I’m there. I know it’s not always like this, but whenever I’m at their house there is always a ton of delicious junk food. It’s too much! I know it’s just for celebrations, but it seems like we’re always celebrating ha. I love my family.
The more I’ve been talking about college the more I’ve been wondering just what I want to do. There are so many jobs that sound fantastic, but for now I’m not quite sure!


Actually I’m going to be a SUPERSTAR. So watch out.


Actually I’m going to be a SUPERSTAR. So watch out.
Speaking of Superstar, I went to this meeting thing for theater that someone told me about during orientation. I was expecting to eat pizza there, but there was none left. It was cool. I did get to know my Theatre teacher, so cool deal!
It’s funny, I almost have first day jitters. I feel a lot more excited than I think I should feel. I suppose it’s because I’m the type of person who always desires a fresh start of some kind. I want to shock and awe everyone. I want to show everyone just what I can do. Even though I don’t even know what that is yet.
After leaving my cousins I stopped by Fred Meyers and picked up a scale. It’s nothing fancy, it’s just a simple step on it and shows your weight scale. I know that I should of asked my mom to buy it for me, but I didn’t really want to let anyone know that I was buying it. I think there’s two reasons why I didn’t want to say anything:

1.  I wanted to feel the gratification of buying something for myself and
2. I think I felt a little embarrassed.

Let me explain. I didn’t want my family judging me, thinking, “Oh why does she need that? She’s too skinny as it is. She needs to stop worrying/freaking out about it.”
No, I’m not one of those people who weighs themselves everyday. I know that weight fluctuates daily, and I’m not obsessive. I just want to have a little help with monitoring the freshmen fifteen avoidance.


My scale’s name is Stanley


I try to weigh in on Sunday evening but I weighed myself last Saturday. My last weight was 129 lbs. Today’s weigh in was…

…Is that 128? Huh. It seems I have lost a pound, but that may be due to loss of muscle. Who knows! I guess it’s a good start though! Let’s keep on track!
I’m going to take a shower, then probably go to bed since I’m getting up at 7. Wish me luck!

The First Official College Post

Hello everyone! This is my FIRST official post from school. Hooray! I hate that I wasn't able to post a honest to goodness post the other day, but I was without internet until very recently! Where else would we begin other than Sunday morning?




All of my things, before moved into the car

 It was a sunny day when I was moving in for the most part. I knew that my secret hoping and praying had paid off. I had never realized just how stressful it would be to move in. I thought, "Oh, I'll make sure that everything is very organized so that it will be a breeze." This of course was not the case. It's difficult for a person to move in by themselves yet it is extremely difficult moving in with the help of others. If you're like me, you have ideas where things should go, how they should look. Your way. The rest of the world does not think this way.



The van, stuffed with college things

This brings me to the first thing I have learned in college:

• 1. You can't unpack all in one day.

I wanted to, I really did. I live in the mindset of getting tasks done as quickly as possible to have time for other things. What are you going to do? Somewhere in the day there was lunch at a cute little cafe, but unpacking basically lasted until 5ish. I'll try to summarize the rest of the day; Met the hallmates, did a "meet and greet" that involved running up to someone and yelling your name as you ran to the next person, and then went to a welcoming party. This is where it gets interesting.
You know how I said I wanted to get away from the people of my old school, meet new people? My roomate is from my hometown. The party was held by the older sister of another girl from my school. All I can say is that it wasn't for me. I wanted to go. I wanted to stay in my dorm my very first night of college. I don't care if I get a million days here, I just have something about sentimental dates and such. That's when I did something stupid. I walked home. I know, it's one of the dumbest things you can do. All alone at night where you don't know where you are, and it's raining. It was like a bad movie. This made me realize I need to try to shift away from doing things with my roomie all of the time. Do things my own way right? I ended up even hanging out with some hallmate in the common area for awhile too.

There's so many things to say, but so little space to say it! This week is beginning to feel like that too. I learned about media at WOU, met a friend from another hall, heard a few speakers including the real life hitch, went to a dance, then got to this point. ...That really doesn't explain much, does it? I dislike having to compress everything into blurbs, but this is what happens when you have two days of running around like mad with lack of sleep.

I will work on my blogging skills. Perhaps I need to keep notes of my days? Does anyone keep notes of their days for their blogs? I just need to remember to take pictures. It's so hard to remember!

Tomorrow's post will be more blog-y! I'm still learning. (Also, I'm going to delete that last post.)