I got friends in low places...

Want an interesting experience? Go back and read your boyfriend/girlfriends yearbooks, especially their pre-highschool yearbooks. It's amazing how people stay the same. Tim's favorite food, as far as I can tell, is still pizza. He was voted most kind, most likely to become president of the united states and basketball allstar (though this may have had something to do with the fact that he was 8-feet tall in fifth grade). His favorite song was "I've Got Friends in Low Places," which explains the loud-singing, dancing spectical from Trina's wedding when the song came on. He predicted that at 25, he would be living on the moon. To him, being a grown up meant finishing college.

I find all of this enthralling, I suppose, because I've read my own fifth-grade year book so many times. I thought that at 25 I'd be living in a studio apartment, selling paintings, probably of myself. I too was 8 feet tall (okay, 5'2"), voted most artistic. In sixth grade I got "The Bohemian Award," probably for creative misbehaviour more than anything. Though this may be because I tried to get my P.E. teacher fired. This really has nothing to do with what's going on in my life at this point, I suppose, except one thing:

Ever since I got to college I always heard this little voice that said: "You don't do things this way... why are you changing?" It was as though I could actually feel my thought process changing. Yesterday I woke up and I realized I don't hear that voice anymore. That's the one thing.

Walking across campus I noticed that, while it used to be common, I no longer point out in what ways Centenary, or Shreveport, is different from home (colorado!). I don't ask questions about it anymore... I just love it. In the sappiest, grossest, wettest kisses sort of way... I sort of just plummeted into Centenary and I couldn't possible love it more.

In "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" the narrator says that it's not the things that are easy, or habitual, those things are moot, it's the things which are only come by after a series of fortuities. Evergreen lost my FAFSA, I went to Centenary, where I didn't want to go because of the proliferation of Greeks on Campus. My best friends turn out to be TKEs, one of whom is a kid (tim) who had no intention of joining a fraternity. I thought he was a republican. He thought I hated him. Now, no thanks to myfifth-grade predictions (thanks a lot fifth grade), entirely due to a string of fortuities (Whooooo! Fortuities!), I'm here.

And we're having a party on Tuesday. And if you read this live journal (still) even after all that exciting france stuff is done... you're invited. Consider this your invitaton. Bring an Hors D'ouvre (i.e. a tiny food).

If all this seems a bit too deep to you: Chris Comeaux has the thought process of a sandwich, wherein he likes penguins. Though if penguins could speak they would say they loved sandwiches.

And

Everytime an Education Major comes in to the bookstore I try to picture them as my teacher and imagine which subjects they want to teach to which grades. None of them look like my P.E. Teacher.