Let's start again

Well, I was traveling this past week, and even though I packed my running shoes, I never got the chance to run. It was go, go, go every day I was there. Therefore, I'm restarting my restart. I only got one day in last week anyways, and now I can start on a Monday.

Day 1 of C25K: 5 minute warm-up, alternate 60 seconds of jogging/90 seconds of walking for a total of 20 minutes; Total miles - 1.91; Total time - 27:30 minutes

I also decided to start counting calories again. After being in Ohio for the wedding, I ate nothing but crap. I know I've probably put on a few pounds since moving, but I was trying to reset my metabolism in order to bust a plateau. Hopefully I've accomplished this and can start losing weight again. I should probably officially weigh-in, but I'll worry about that later. I'm more concerned with my stomach problems--not that they've gone away completely, but they have definitely gotten better since I moved. Now, whether that's because my stress level went down, I started taking the probiotic, or I changed my food habits, I have no idea. It worries me that if I start eating more raw fruits and veggies again that the issues may come back. I guess we'll see! It's a new week my friends: No excuses!

Someone tell me WHY last night I woke up to a strange alarm type sound at 5AM. I tried to figure out what it was so I sat up and it seemed to be coming from outside (the parking lot) so I deemed it a car alarm.

Suddenly, I hear fire engines roaring towards my apartment complex. Not a new concept really since we're right off a main street. Until I hear them pull up in said parking lot and turn off their sirens. That got me. At first, I thought maybe MY apartment complex was on fire. But I got up, grabbed my glasses, and went to the window.

Apparently it was the apartment that exists right across the parking lot who's fire alarm was going off. There was one window light on, and perhaps five or six people standing outside the south door. Does that mean that everyone else was simply still inside?

Obviously, it was not a real fire because the fire men were casually walking into the building. They turned off the alarm and I went back to bed. But then I realized that there is only one fire alarm in my apartment and its right by the front door. Being alone, I would FREAK THE FUCK OUT if it ever went off. So I strategically (and half asleep) planned what I would grab if it ever did.

Let's hope it doesn't...
Cheers!

More Babbling

It's funny how I find myself telling everyone that "Denver is great", "The classes aren't too scary, yet", and "I even made a friend". I'm not sure if saying those things is to make people feel better/happy for me, or to make myself more reassured about my own life.

It's all true, I guess. I don't think I'll fail out my first quarter. I'm not sure I can keep a 3.5, but that's a different story. I do like Denver. It's not Indiana. And I did make a friend, who's really nice and accepting of the fact that she is the only person I know and invites places all the time. So really, I shouldn't be complaining. But sometimes, it just sucks have to put on this nice person front and act all proper to everyone because you're not at home with them. Just one day a week, I would like to be sitting on a couch with my friends from home cursing, saying raunchy things, and letting my hair down. C'est la vie.

Classes are done for the week. I have lots of reading, but alas the book is not in yet. I also need to write a screenplay for tomorrow. I'm not a screenplay writer. I enjoy the literary poetics used in narrative writing. And basically, in screenwriting, they consider that bullshit. UGH.

I wonder how long it takes to start feeling at home, like I did at DePauw? Or if that ever will happen since its a different kind of atmosphere.

Eh, cheers!

At Last

Finally, the day that I thought would never come, would always be just out of reach, has arrived and gone. Today was the busiest day I've had in weeks, and the most social interaction I've had since I've been here. First, there was my GTA meeting, where we talked about how to interact with undergrads (it's not like its hard)and what is expected of us as TAs. I'm not really concerned. My TA prof seems pretty chill and willing to let me do whatever I want. The only think that sucks is for three years I perfected my editing in Vegas, and now I have to relearn EVERYTHING in FCP. I knew it would catch up me to one day, but...I just don't want to do it! Ugh.

Then, after lunch with the Department Chair, we had Orientation with the new MFJS grad students. There are only 14 or so, and only 4 of them are Video concentrations like me. Small crowd. I thought people would be more mature in grad school, but some things are so reminiscent of DePauw that I want to vomit. Preppy, fratty, rich, douschebag boys who only want to talk about beer and partying and who sit near the 2 in round girls with too much make-up caked on and daddy's money in her Gucci bag. But whatever. There are a few cool people that I plan to associate myself with. I honestly think I'll be too busy to get too chummy anyways.

I know this sounds cliche, but I don't know if I'm smart enough for this program. She kept commenting on how here, we are all the top 10% of the class, with straight A's. And then, on top of that, as a TA, I am the cream of the crop. That's not true at all! There was no way I was top 10 %. And honestly, I got half B's and half A's. And to keep my TA position, I have to keep a 3.5 GPA. 3.5!? And especially only taking two classes (Mass Comm Theory & Scriptwriting), that does not leave much room to slip up.

Damn. I just hope it's not TOO hard. I don't want to be so overwhelmed that it's not even fun anymore. Someone pray for that.

It's been a long, stressful day. I feel no shame going to bed at 11pm tonight. I could really use my friends right about now. It sucks when the person you want to be able to make you feel better, can't.

I whine too much on here. I'm hoping I start classes and they kick so much ass so that I come on here to write about how much I love them. (Please please please).

Cheers.