Slow

So all my classes seem like they're going to be pretty good. At this point I really like all my professors. Like, a lot. I've heard nothing but good things about all of them, and in class they all seem really kind and lenient and passionate about their subject. You always want a professor who not only likes what they're teaching but really loves it, or else everyone suffers.

My last class for today is Performance of Literature, a Communications Studies course, and I think the professor for that class is going to be my favorite. She insisted we call her Beth, not Professor or Miss anything. She was just so vibrant and engaging. She didn't go over the syllabus because she said it was a waste of the first day of class. She is active in the film industry around town and even has a school for film and TV acting, which is what I want to do! I'm going to meet her tomorrow to see about joining her school. I'm really excited.

Other than that not much has happened...at all. My life is crawling at the same rate as molassas right now. Nothing is happening. I've been to class and come home and watched TV with Sweta and gone apartment shopping and that about wraps it up. I really hope the past few days aren't any indication of the way the whole semester is going to go, because I might just shrivel up and dessicate from the lack of excitement in my life.

Also I would like to point out something that I believe is evidence of my maturity compared to last year. I haven't mentioned any boys once. Remember last year when boys were all I could think about? Sure I still notice when a guy is cute, but I feel so much different than I did last year about it. As much as I would love to have a boyfriend, its not as high up on my list of priorities. And personally, I think that is so mature of me.

Well after my three hour nap I'm pretty starved, so I'm off to eat some ramen and update my planner like a good little broke college girl.

xoxo