1/8

This is a story from Thursday, but, listen, William!

I took my practice test and it finished up around 8:30 PM.. from there, I went and had dinner and hung out around campus for a bit, and I managed to catch the last bus home, around 1:30 AM. Now, the bus takes me very close to my apartment, so it's really no problem.

But as I was walking the short space down 34th street to my apartment complex, suddenly some scary truck pulled up next to me and stopped by the side of the road.

Being the flighty person I am, I automatically backed off away from the sidewalk, and a middle-aged guy with a southern accent craned his neck out of the truck and called, "Excuse me, have you seen my little beagle running around here?"

Now, listen, I'm 20 years old, and I think in those 20 years I've gathered enough common sense to be able to tell that a 50 year old guy in a truck isn't really searching for a little beagle on 34th street at 1:30 AM, and that even if he was, asking me most surely wouldn't help.

So I continued backing away from the road, shouted, "No, sorry!", and scampered away quickly, looking back to see that the truck had already taken off halfway out of my sight.

That's right... someone tried to steal me!

1/6

It's not even the second day of classes, and it's already...begun.

Tonight I have to go on campus to take a two hour proficiency test, and tomorrow I've got a page of translations, a chapter of reading, some simple exercises, and a short film advertising myself in Japanese to a future employer due

I think I'll actually learn a lot, this semester.

Yesterday was cold and rainy, so in a spare hour between classes, I dropped by that cafe I always end up in.

Fire!!

1/5

I wonder if I'm the only one who feels this way?

Whenever I go to Miami and come back to Gainesville, I feel like I'm not the same person as before.

Not like, "I changed". Like, it was literally someone else living here before, and I've come and taken their place.

The apartment I lived in, the people I associated with, the classes I took...

everything belongs to someone else, and I've just been instructed to pick it up and run with it.

I know it was me before, and I have all my memories. I'm not literally convinced that I'm a new person usurping the old Kaley. But, it just feels like when I remember people and things from before, I'm remembering some movie I watched, that I didn't really take place in.

It feels really weird like this for the first week, or so, before I start to get used to it, but until that period is up, I feel uncomfortable with the people around me, and it's really hard to register that "I'm close to this person". (As a result... well... you know what happens sometimes...)

Anyone else feel this way?

1/3

Tomorrow's back to Gainesville,

the next day's back to school.

Part of me keeps wanting to apply for part time jobs :-s

1/1

The first day of the new year means new planners and calendars! They were all 50% at Barnes and Noble, too!

I wasn't going to bother with a new wall calendar this year, because I really live inside my planner,

but I found a wall calendar filled with paintings that suit my tastes perfectly!♪ So I thought I could use them as wall art once the month passes.

I randomly chose to show you "April", because it's the month of my birth.