You might be wondering what in the world the title of this post means. It's actually hilarious. It should read, "Sense and Sensibility" but lately, I repeat things in my head with a Russian accent. Because Organic Chemistry takes over my life, and my professor is Russian. So, with a Russian accent, that's how you'd pronounce it.
I'm due for a blog post. Even though this tends to be a blog for my travels, so that my short term memory can prove itself useful for the long term, I feel oddly compelled to have a somewhat reflective post from my sedentary life. I am only a part-time jetsetter, after all. Forgive me for the rambling that's going to ensue. Oh, and the stream of consciousness.
This week was an Organic Chemistry week, and therefore, exhausting. So, the only thing I wanted to do last night was curl in my bed with a good book. I brought Harry Potter 7 from my house last week in the vain hopes of being able to read it before the premiere. We'll see how that works out. Instead, I went out to dinner with two friends that I met last year. They are a year older than me, both out of state, and absolutely amazing girls. We have such a great time together, and I truly feel like they'll make a difference in the world. Then, I went to an 80s party. I had the perfect 80s outfit. I wasn't really in the party mood though, so it was kind of a buzz kill, but the party was precious. I came home, turned up the heat, and put in the movie "Penelope." If you haven't seen it, you must. It is absolutely glorious and tells a fantastical story of a girl born with a pignose and how she needs to be accepted by her own kind to break the curse. Of course, there is a precious romance that takes place, and a happy ending, as there should be. I cried during the happy ending though. I think because I am excited to feel that way about someone. The weather here is finally fall and fresh. I feel a pep in my step as I walk to class. I smile for no reason when the wind picks up and when a falling leaf gets caught in my hair. A college campus in the fall is a beautiful thing, but I think fall makes everything beautiful. It's funny how seasons work. Sometimes, you embrace them, sometimes you miss the prior, sometimes you solely anticipate the one that is months away. With fall, I do all three. I don't know. I say "I don't know" a lot to myself lately, and I'm not really sure what I don't know that I have to keep saying it. I think it's an odd reflection of the state I'm in, the way I've felt that I've matured in the past year. The way I feel that I've figure a lot of things out, though I never thought of them as things that needed figuring out. If you were to ask me what in the world I was talking about, I'd probably tell you I didn't know.
After "Penelope," I watched "Becoming Jane," a fictitious account of Jane Austen's early adulthood and her tragic love affair. Wikipedia calls it "fictitious" but I really think it's true. I know it's probably bold of me to say that Wikipedia is wrong (I mean, it is the internet and thus, extremely reliable all the time ha-ha), but I looked it up for myself and found that Jane had written her sister about Tom Lefroy several times, complimenting him and excited. She probably downplayed it later in life (as did he) when they were asked because it is the logical thing to do. Who would volunteer information about losing your one true love because you were victims of circumstance, and then you never loved again? I sure wouldn't. I'd dismiss it with a wave, calling it puppy love, and lying through my teeth that I was glad it didn't go far because it wouldn't have worked out anyway. So, yes, I went to sleep at 5 AM as a result. And then just now watched "Sense and Sensibility." I figured, why not, I freaking love Jane Austen. I think I was inspired. Inspired by the beauty she creates and inspired by the beauty love creates. Not to mention the English countryside.
Speaking of the English countryside, I've decided to study abroad next fall. I talked it over with my advisor, and as long as I'm accepted into the program (it is pretty competitive), I will be at Oxford for Fall 2011. It is so long away, but so soon. And I cannot wait!!!!!!! I am so excited. I have no idea what to expect, and that excites me. I decided it was time to put myself in a new situation, make my life a little bit more exciting, and meet people that are from a different world. The best part is they all speak English (with a marvelous accent) and UGA at Oxford is pretty established, so transfers with credits, etc. are not going to be a pain in my neck. Oh, and I want to take up piano again. And painting. And sewing. And exercising.
That is all for now. I am going to study for Biology, which I've avoided, and enjoy my own company. My roommates are having people over, but I doubt I'll leave my room except to get water every few hours.
Pip pip cheerio.
