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I'm ready to pass out, and it's only 10. Geez, I feel like an old person. Especially since I hear people whooping and all energized at this time of night.

Today was the first day of classes! And somehow, I feel like I'm a freshman again. It's not because of the new setting either, it's because I'm in all lower level classes. All of my classes are 101s except a 201, but 90% of the class includes freshmen. Ah well.

One of the things I kept on doing today was simply looking behind me at all of the people sitting in the big lecture halls. Compared to a small school like WOU, seeing something like that is incredible.

As for the home front, things still aren't finished being set up. I know, I know, but I've been running errands and all that jazz. Cooking dinner alone took out a huge chunk of time. Then again, I do have what appears to be enough chicken to last me for a week. Feeds four? Maybe with smaller chicken breasts. (I have issues with cooking, we already know this.)

For now, I must sign off. Economics at eight? I'm just scared about the Economics part.

Did any of your years in college feel a lot different than the others, or did they all feel similar?

Old Person Syndrome and Blackberries

Getting close to bedtime so I'll be fresh for tomorrow's run.... Good lord, I'm an old person. Other examples include:

• Getting ticked at teenagers. (In my defense, they were sitting in the middle of the freakin' road.
• Buying a single piece of fruit. I needed a snack for work!
• Waking up early on most days automatically.

I am what they call old people. Old people is an adjective now apparently.

Being a lovely summer day, I knew that today I needed to do something I've been anticipating all summer. Today was the day to go pick blackberries.

Every summer I look forward to picking blackberries. It's not just that they're delicious, but they feel like such a special treat. I think it's because of the hunt. It takes time, effort, and the willingness to get scraped up to collect them. The prize is making cobbler, and it just makes it that much sweeter knowing it took more effort to make it than usual.

It always feels like someone has gotten all of the blackberries before you wherever you go, doesn't it? Maybe that's just me. I suppose it is already the 19th, but shouldn't there still be quite a bit out there? I don't know. For me, it seemed like the only blackberries that were good were on the tall tall branches, or underneath prickle upon prickle. Truthfully, I always look like I've lost a fight with a cacti after I go venturing for blackberries.

I ended up not staying out for very long, and probably got about 1 and 1/2 to 2 cups worth. Can I make cobbler out of that? I guess it could be a small one, and it shall be made on Sunday.

I'm nervous but relaxed about tomorrow. I know I can reach my goal, but it's just scary.

What fruit or veggie do you love to go out and pick? What's your favorite thing to make from it?