Just Because It's Not Forever Doesn't Mean It's Not Goodbye

So initially, I was going to blog about my weekend, but that will have to wait a bit, because I have more important things to talk about.

In life, you say a lot of hellos and goodbyes, but not all of them are forever.
When I randomly got stuck in a group with Jordan Hayes on a band trip to NYC, I never imagined that he would become such a great friend. Though I may not let him know as often as I should, I really appreciate everything he has ever done for me. He's one of those people that is always there for you, no matter what. A shoulder to cry on, a laugh when you need one, a fight club just for the heck of it ;P.

Tomorrow morning, Jordan leaves for a two year mission to Reno, Nevada. He won't have facebook access, phone access, etc throughout the duration of his mission, which will be really tough. I don't think I've gone a week without hearing from him, even if it was just a small talk type text conversation. I guess we'll just write letter. One for every week of the next two years. I've always wanted a pen pal, I just never thought it would be like this.

Don't get me wrong, I don't want anyone to think that I'm totally against this. He's going to go out to Nevada and do amazing things. I can almost guarantee you that every person that meets this kid will remember him for years to come. I'm not sure if it's because he's such a nice guy, or if it's because he's a giant goofball, but he's kinda hard to forget. He's like a brother to me. And I wish him luck in everything he does.

GOOD LUCK JORDAN!!!!! :D

Mail.

There are so many things to get excited about in college! Parties, friends, etc. But you know me. I'm strange. So naturally, I get excited about things that most people don't. For example: Packages! I love packages. Big ones, small ones, yours, mine, his, hers. I love them all. Sometimes, Skylar and I sit and refresh our email repeatedly until the package place closes.

Yesterday, I got one! It was a chair that my mommy ordered from Bed, Bath, & Beyond. You should have seen me trying to carry that up the hill to my room...Thank goodness chivalry isn't dead. A nice boy stopped and carried it part of the way for me. Good thing too, cuz it probably would have taken me hours.

Before:

After:

We also check the mail at least 4 times a day. Because. Well. Who doesn't like getting mail? It's an amazing thing.



We also got really excited last night when we got to pie our house staff, Floyd. It was really funny. Because he is just a hilarious person. I got pictures. but they're not very good and they don't want to download. so I'll just upload them to Facebook or something.

I also get excited when I talk to you people. Yes YOU. I love you <3. You're good people.

Freshman Day of Service!

Every year, the weekend before September 11, The freshman at GWU split up into groups and go to various places in the DC area to do community service. It's technically optional, but they make it sound mandatory. It doesn't matter though, because we all did it and loved it. It's one of the biggest community service days in the country. I think it's a fantastic idea. I love doing community service, but you know me. I love the look on people's faces when you do something nice for them.

My dorm isn't too big, so we were all grouped together. We went to a kid's community center and weeded up grass and painted a sign. Well...that's what everyone else did. Skylar and I made pots out of newspaper and planted kale in them for the garden. About an hour into it, some of the kids from the community center came out on decided they wanted to help us, which was all fine and dandy until they began multiplying. It reached the point where it was counterproductive, so Skylar and I passed off the newspaper planting job and started playing duck, duck, goose with the kids until clean up time. At which point, Will started spraying the kids with the hose. It was adorable

Overall, it was a surreal experience. I know I will never forget it. I had so much fun and it's always a great experience to do something for something else. It's an even better experience when you know that it will benefit a group of super sweet kids.

I Don't Know Where to Begin

I have about a million and five things that I want to blog about right now. I'm about to start week THREE at The George Washington University. My first full week of classes. I will definitely miss the free mondays, but I'm excited for another week.

I'm getting ahead of myself though. I should probably start at the beginning. I moved in on August 25th. My room is huge with captains beds, a mini fridge, microwave, etc. I decorated it super adorable. Skylar & I even have curtains (it's beneficial to be crafty). Our residence hall is amazing. There are only 40 of us, so we're all becoming really close, which is great even though it comes with drama. I love Cole Hall and don't regret living on the Vern at all.

I've made some great friends. No one can replace my NC friends though. My neighbor Josh is hilarious. He's super adorable and has an invisible roommate, Spencer...who supposedly comes home around 3am. But we never see him, so we assume that he's invisible. Then there are Steven and Roman. They are super sweet, but they seem to think that our room is a disastrous mess all of the time. So the other night, they came in and told us that they were going to vacuum anything that was left on the floor. The fact that the boys made us clean our room (which really wasn't all that messy) is a little ridiculous. They also cook. Which is fabulous! For Roman's birthday, they made pasta, chips, salsa, and guacamole, all from scratch. It was amazing. I've made several more friends (George, Kellie, Wil, Will, etc.) but I'm sure throughout the year you'll hear a lot about them.

Classes aren't too bad. They're all pretty small except for chemistry, which is amazing because the professor loves what he does, and Skylar and I spend a majority of the time cracking "That's What She Said" jokes and drawing animals. Don't worry, we pay attention too.

All in all, I love it here. I've never felt so at home anywhere, and I've lived in so many places. I don't think I've ever been so happy. And I can't pinpoint it to just one thing. Everything is amazing. I'm kinda just happy to be alive and living in an amazing place. I feel like everything bad that has ever happened to me just doesn't matter anymore. I get to start fresh and create my own future. I love it (: