I've been meaning to write for some time now; I was just waiting for inspiration to strike. Unfortunately, I'm still waiting. I thought that maybe looking out at the awesome city view from my apartment would get me in the mood, or running my old 7-mile route into Upper Arlington, or walking back from my friend's at 3 in the morning and passing yet another intense fight at that Taco Bell on High Street right before the Gateway. But nothing.

It's good to be back—I can say that much. I've mostly been staying awake during obscene hours just hanging out with my best friends. I'm spending way too much money and classes haven't even started yet.

Oh! I got a job at Oxley's by the Numbers Café! I thought I started this week, but I went for my 6:30 a.m. shift and it was closed, so I walked over to the dining hall offices and asked what was going on. Apparently the guy gave me the wrong dates when he hired me. Getting up at 6 a.m. for nothing sucks.

I applied to the arts & sciences college last Monday and still haven't heard back yet. But I got into all the classes I want to take for this quarter, so no complaints here. All communication courses, too: 200, 431, 634, 644. They told me I should take an honors course, too, to make sure I keep my honors status, but none were really available…so it looks like I'll just be taking two of them next quarter.

Ummm, what else is there…I bought a bike today! It's a sexy red bike. I got it at Target for $170, which is so much, but it was the cheapest they had that wasn't a children's bike. Plus it's sexy. And with the 90-day return policy, I could always just be shady and return it before winter quarter (assuming it remains in returnable condition) and get all that money back. Because by that time I'm really really really going to need it.

I really want a futon. I think it'd be fun.