So this new social network for Immaculata Accepted Students is exciting! It's sort of like Myspace, but you have to be invited to join-- all of the student admissions reps are on there, as well as the counselors. Great, something else for me to play around on so that I forget the reason why I got on the computer in the first place... didn't it have something to do with a midterm tomorrow?... oh well, who cares, I can change this background color!!
It is getting to be that time of the year-- slightly unbelievable, really, that we should already be at the midway point-- I think officially, it's next week, but most of my exams are this week. I guess it's bad, but I'm still sort of in survivor mode, where I never seem to get ahead, and have to plan every singular second I have. But I don't care this weekend-- my boyfriend is coming down and we're going apple picking, hahaha! I know, it's a tad risque, but I do love me some Galas.
Two weekends from now is one of my best friends' weddings, to another very good friend-- she is going to be absolutely stunning, and we are going to have a fabulous time. I am so PSYCHED! The reception's at the Sheraton right down Lancaster Pike, next to the Outback Steakhouse (which I absolutely adore, because I am a CARNIVORE!!-- actually, biologically speaking, I probably love red meat so much because my body knows I need it, as I am borderline anemic....), and a bunch of our friends will be there, and it will be a much-needed release from school concerns, as well as being an awesomely happy day for my friends!
It feels weird, though, to have friends getting married, and to maybe have my own marriage not being so vague and distant as it always seemed when I was little. I guess I still just feel like I'm only playing grown-up, a little girl just masquerading as a big person-- I may be nearly 21 years old (well, in 4 months, but it makes this sound less pretentious than 20 does), but I really don't feel that old at all. And then I interact with some people. Some of whom are a lot older than me. And I feel like an ancient sage because they're such immature babies.
Dif'rent Strokes for Dif'rent Folks!