(I Don't Want to Go to) Chelsea- Elvis Costello

Here I am alone in my dorm room, which is one of the only half full ones in my hall. Everything is quiet in the wake of Reading Days, which is a completely foreign concept to me. Patrick Hall, my floor especially, is one of the most alive freshman dorms, in my opinion, on campus. We even have different unofficial themes to our floors. Floor 1 is video games, Floor 2 is sex, Floor 3 is drinking and Floor 4 is smoking weed. I just wanted to share that random fact.

Life for me has been pretty cool lately. Other than the fact that I've been sick as hell for the past couple of days, my trip home was awesome. I've already accepted the fact that coming home is strictly family time, much like I've accepted the fact that friends forever is basically meaningless, thus bringing us to the main topic of today's blog.

Just to be clear, I am not bitter over the fact that I do not talk to most of my friends from High School. I'm the type of person that loves the one I'm with. It's very easy for me to allow the old friends that I don't see anymore to float to the wayside, as unhealthy as that might be. However, I know that people will move into and out of my life for different reasons and, not to sound like a Hallmark card, but I'm pretty thankful for the times that I had with them.
Now it's time for me to act crazy with other people ;)

College Update:
That gross smell was the fish bowl.
Being sick is not fun.
My fish died this morning.
I kind of think I like living without my roomate. (No offense if you're reading this, Mer. It's so peacefull here...)

More college updates when this place isn't so deserted.

Party in the USA- Miley Cyrus

I'm starting to view Miley Cyrus as a reputable artist now. And it's all because of Party in the USA. I first heard the song on the commericals for her Wal Mart clothing line (which actually has some cute clothes!) and it sounded ridiculously catchy, so I itunes-ed it and fell in love. Her vocals are amazing, the music is amazing, and the editing is to die for. All in all, it's the perfect pop song!

Party in the USA also held back the homesickness that could've came when I first moved in. I mean my situation and the situation that's described in the song are essentially the same. Miley sings about being a moving to a place in which she is the only one of her kind, or at least as she sees. Which brings me to the topic of today's blog: It's weird as hell being one of the only black girls that I know.

There is only two black people on my floor: myself and my friend Yaa. Having gone to predominately black schools all my life, the concept of there being about 15 white people to every black person is completely foreign to me. And Blacks are so different to Whites, too!
Take my roomate and I, for instance. Whereas I may listen to some 90s R&B for a throwback she'll put on some old school folky music. I know that's a really over-said comparison but it's still true. And when we watched Oprah when her and Chris Rock was talking about Black hair care, her jaw dropped at the fact that an average Black woman would spend majority of her day at the salon, and that the hairdresser does everything to her client's hair.
I'll keep writing about this topic, because it really interests me: Two culturally different people are picked to live in the same room. What happens when people stop being polite, and start GETTING REAL!
Real World: College

College Update:
My room stinks and I know it's not my fault.
The squirrels here are fearless warriors who go apeshit on any mere human who tries to challenge their reign on campus.
Astrology class has a 3 hour lab. FML.
I'm coming home for the next two weekends!
My dad would rather argue with me than tell me that he misses me.
Me and my friends brought 4 fish two days ago.
One of said fish died yesterday.

This has been a MelanieDanielle Production.

Seven Years- Saosin

I'm Melanie. I'm in college. I'm unique.

As I get older I'm discovering how hard it is to catagorize people. Even though I'm trying to follow the whole "Labels are for Soup cans" idea, it's so hard. I mean I look in my hall and see stoners, hippies, jocks, and brooding rockstars. Which leads me to my general question: Where do I fit in in all this?

Not to sound mopy or, God forbid, emo but I don't see a label when I look at myself. And while that has the potential to be a good thing, I can't help but think that being labeled is a very exclusive club. All the jocks practice together, all the artsy people draw together, the stoners smoke weed together, all the rockers jam together. The unique...do nothing? What do we do? Do we encroach on other labels' pastimes? Are we just in the way of the status quo?

This is a very valid question. Even the term "unique" is exclusionary, for what is "unique" but a characteristic that isn't seen in other people? An occurance limited to one time only? Something never seen before and never will be seen again?

Enough of me waxing poetic on the troubles of being a "unique and beautiful snowflake", it's time for a school update.

I recieved either an A or a B on all papers I've turned in.
I have friends who actually laugh at my jokes (Who would've thought?)
I'm failing Pre-calculus (Don't say anything, I'm just as shocked as you are. It's Pre-fucking-Calculus!)
I've gotten tipsy for the first time and drunk dialed.
Frat boys are weird.
My next door neighbors are crazy stoners.
I'm calling college "home".
I kind of wish I was back in RHS.
College food is amazing.
I miss home.

oh! and I'm putting cool songs as titles because I can. :)

This has been a MelanieDanielle production.