Sunday Five on a Tuesday...

Why Sunday?

Because I meant to post then anyway, and got distracted...
And I like Sundays better anyway.

So...

1.  I'm in a different room.
  Three doors down.
[Yes, I know that's a band]
I've been told that changing rooms every year like we do here is odd, but I've never been anywhere else, so it doesn't seem anything less than normal to me.  That, and I like the change of scenery, and having an excuse to actually go through my stuff and toss things...which I promise, I do; I'm not a total pack-rat, contrary to popular belief.
  But I can't speak too much on what it's going to be like here.  At the moment, I'm sharing the living space with another piano major, and it's kind of nice to think I might get to know this girl...and maybe get rid of that sense of competition I have whenever I'm around her and realize she's five years younger and a lifetime better than me.  She's great, though, and what I've observed of her, outside the practice rooms, is pretty cool.
  However, things change, and I might, just might, be in another room next month...
  But I have to ask certain peoples first, so we'll wait on that.

2.  Despite what everyone thinks, I do eat.  Sometimes it's just a bowl of cream of wheat or some reheated pasta --there is ALWAYS pasta, especially on my nonexistent budget-- but I eat.  I'll mix things that shouldn't be mixed, just so I can get all my vitamins and minerals.  And if it looks like hell and tastes even worse, what does it matter?  My stomach is made of iron.  And I'm happier full with a yucky taste in my mouth than empty with no taste at all.
  That being said, sometimes I need people to remind me what time it is (i.e., suppertime, breakfast-time, etc).  And sometimes I don't have any milk or meat.  But if I can keep up with my vitamins, I should be okay, don't you think?
  Plus Sam and Bryon will always feed me when I visit, so I can get a real meal at least once a week.

3.  I'm a hopeless romantic.
  Not really a surprise, is it?
  It really hits home, though, when I almost freak out because I almost broke a teacup that holds the corsage from my senior prom.  And it's not about the boy or the dress or the music.  It's about how pretty it is, and how just looking at it makes me feel like a princess.
  And speaking of princesses, I have two tiaras in my room, and yes, I wear them on a regular basis.
  I believe in fairy tales and am crushed when I read something and find that an author I held in such high esteem throughout my reading shows me in the last two or three pages that he/she is a little less optimistic about life.  I war with wanting to read more or returning to such tales as Cinderella and The Sleeping Beauty, but then I remember that despite my 'hopeless romanticism,' I'm also, well...
  Suffice to say that in the last year, I have succumbed to numerous jealous fits when someone other than me (and it's always other than me) gets a 'happily ever after.'  Granted, such fits are often followed by a tearful jag beneath the covers that only leads to nightmares where 'happy' isn't even in the lexicon.
  I'm sure there's something off about a romantic who is tormented at even the thought of romance.

4.  I have become...well, 'addicted' is such a harsh word...let's just say that I really enjoy fanfiction.
  You know fanfiction, right?  A fanbase is so enamored of a character or two (or three, or four...) and so in love with the world that they live in that they will hence proceed to write their own story-lines to those characters and worlds.  I'm not sure if they believe they can do it better, or they're just in a constant state of wondering 'What if, instead of that, he did this...' and so they write about it, and the rest of the world stumbles upon their words, quite unaware of what they're getting into until it's up to the fifteenth chapter, and it hasn't been updated in a week, and they're screaming at their computer screens...
  Not that I've resorted to screaming.
  Yet.
  But being an avid reader, it's hard to turn away from something that discusses a subject I love, and so I read and read and read, and find myself caught up in all manner of literary travesties, some of them silly to the point of stupid, others full of smut-smut-smut they wouldn't show on Skinemax, and still others that are so brilliant they bring a tear to my eye when they find the perfect ending.
  And this doesn't even touch on the AU (alternate universe) themes that crop up as well.
  I have yet to succumb to writing one myself, but my fingers itch at the thought, so I'm sure I'll be there in no time at all, if only because sometimes, just sometimes, it's a relief to have a character already written out with only the dialogue and scenery to supply.
  Heaven help me if I decide to drop my personal fictions for this...drivel...

5.  I'm taking statistics during the May term.
  Believe it or not, I actually kind of like math.  The reason why I've scorned it in the past is simply due to the fact that I have a very short attention span, and can't focus for an entire semester, let alone a year, like they expected in high school.  It's just not feasible.  I don't know if I'm a touch ADD or what, but I just can't do it.
  However, sit me down for a three week course?
  I'm golden.
  And I really, really, really, really like math.
  Which is why I keep my math books when I'm done.
  Well, that, and the fact that every time I'm in a math class, it just happens to be the last one where they use the book that I bought, so the bookstore won't take it back.
  Still.
  Math is kind of cool, you know?


And that'll do it for today.
Happy Sunday on a Tuesday.