|Alone in the Big House
||[Sep. 7th, 2004|06:22 pm]
young, poor, busy, and confused
|||||Travis - The Weight||]|
Ha! So I'm in my new dorm room, yet I cringe to call it that, since it's actually a hotel bought by U of T and made into a university residence. The room is a little smaller than last year's, which I shared with a roommate from suburban hell. But I digress . . . There's a king-sized bed, two tables - one for my computer and one, which I stole from the Common Room, which we will call my Homework desk (Ahh, The Joys of Being a Second Year Student) and my own private bathroom. Yes!
School hasn't started yet. It starts on Thursday. So for now, I am up in my room, showing my friends around. Last year, I went floor hopping with people. (High five if any university students in this community knows what that is! No? Just me? Okay.) It was cool. But this year, there seems to be an ethusiasm lacking. No one seems to be excited anymore. Apathy is boring, people.
I have no television here, just my Internet. So suffice it to say, I will be on a lot. That's sad, no? Anyway, tonight, I'm gonna go and try to meet some new people. And then, the day after tomorrow, I'm going back to school.
Is it me or do I detect a hint of chill in the air, even though it's still warm? Personally, I think it's psychsomatic. But truly, I can feel school starting. I can taste it in the atmosphere - this certain lull or the calm before the storm, if we must use metaphors. This feeling that is much heavier than summer. It has a thick texture, rough and cold, like a wool blanket. I can feel the gears shifting and it all starting all over again - the routine, the speed walking, the rush, the crisp, cold weather, the red, runny noses, itchy scarves and breath being forced into realization, hanging in the mid-air and such. I must go and hibernate. If only I could . . . I can feel it in the air. This is Allison. I'll be here all week.