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I am now moved in
My desk faces the window
cables are tangled
Well I’m finally back in Evanston on Northwestern’s campus. I’ve got a room facing the east, and my window just happens to look right in between two buildings so I can see a little bit of Lake Michigan.
I got to school yesterday, with only a suitcase containing food and clothes. The rest of my stuff was in storage. This "stuff" consisted of the remainder of my clothes, random things, and most importantly, my bedding. Due to a lack of sheets, blankets, towels, and other, I was forced to improvise. I borrowed a towel from another friend in order to take a shower (which I really needed, I felt super gross. I also wore to bed jeans, a jacket, and socks, since those were the warmest things I had. Unfortunately, they were things that I could wear during the day; therefore they were not warm enough. I basically froze for a long time and ended up falling asleep at maybe 2 am, and then woke again at 3 AM. Woke up again at 5 am and couldn’t sleep. Did get to see the sunrise, which happened to be very beautiful, even if I was bitter about freezing.
John’s birthday today. Happy birthday John! Hope your everything is perfect and fun and life is good.
Watch this spot for pics of room. On the idea of pictures, i think i need to start taking more of them. I have a camera that is going to waste.
I’m going back
September Nineteenth
On my way to Northwestern
Bye Asia, Cali
This is my last night in California. After I get back to school, I’ll be a third year student. Halfway done with college. God that’s scary.
It’s quite strange, thinking that this is going to be the third time that I packed lots of stuff to go back to school, in preparation for the next round of classes to start. Stressing about all the things that need to be done, always feeling like something was forgotten.
Every time, it feels so sad, strange to be leaving my California home, that I am going off again for several more months, living not necessarily alone, but more independently. I never really want to leave home, and yet at the same time, don’t really want to stay.
It’s like an inexorable draw, a pull back. I know I need to go to school, and I love being there. But I know that once I set foot on campus, I need to go get my stuff and move in, do president-y duties and figure out my major and talk to advisors and take placement tests. The whirlwind picks me up and just kind of flings me around.
But I love it, I guess. It’s where I can really let loose and be me. Do what I want. Live good.
Gasoline
It’s where money goes
Black Gold from the Middle East
A Franklin per tank
Yes, my dad’s car really does cost a hundred dollars to fill. He drives a 2004 Acura MDX. It is a rather large luxury SUV, requiring fill ups using 91 octane fuel. I haven’t filled up my own car yet, and I’m sure that it would cost about 80 dollars. While filling up my sister’s car, we charged 40 dollars and the tank was still a fifth empty. 40 bucks probably wouldn’t fill half of my mom’s car’s gas tank.
But what does this mean? Arab oil cartels price gouging us? Big oil making huge profits? The station I went to today charged 3.97/gallon for 87 unleaded. Oh well. At least gas prices here don’t match the price of "petrol" overseas.
Public transportation is nice. You don’t need to concentrate on the road, or even getting there. You can sleep! All for the low, low price of 2-10 dollars. But isn’t that the price of 1-2 gallons of gas? So I’m not really saving money am I?
No, not really. You think hybrids save money? Well, things may be different now, but in the past, hybrids end up costing owners about the same amount of cash as a regular car would. I should know, I wrote a speech about it. But, times have changed. People care about the environment. It’s not how much money you spend, it’s where it goes. At least when you buy a subway ticket, it’s not your money going directly into a gas tank. It’s more indirect, where the oil goes into the powerplant which goes to the powerlines and into the third rail where it charges your train.
Or something like that.