ETA: Because it's Long:
TABLE OF CONTENTS:
Part 1) Matters of the heart.
Part 2) Rocky Horror Picture Show Midnight Showing
Epilogue) READ THIS BOOK!
Ultra-Epilogue) MY GOD TH, I LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR A FEW MONTHS AND WHAT?

PART 1)
Wow, long time no post!
I should totally blame it on schoolwork.
Except that mostly it's the whole "WOAH I'M AT COLLEGE OH EM GEE" thing, which involves making friends, trying to get out of my room and off my computer, a fileshare of amazinkness and my GIRLFRIEND!

I am not going to gush, because I don't want y'all retching on me because of my besottedness. The short story involves HORRIBLE timing, the library, people playing hide-and-seek-tag and parents visiting the school. Calling mom tomorrow, will see how this works out. Hm. I could also mention that when we told my roommate, my roomie was like "about frigging time, if you'd taken any longer I would have shoved you at each other and gone "just kiss already!"."

Really want my home irl friends to meet her.

PART 2)
Before you start retching on me, I shall change the topic! I am going to see the midnight showing of Rocky Horror on Halloween! Woohoo! It shall involve dressing up! We went online and bought corsets today!
I an getting this (not pink anymore. Black and white.
One friend is getting this and my roommate is getting this.
_{All external links should lead to wetseal.com}
Actually, that probably made you retch just as much. Well, talking to certain people now...

I now need something to wear on the bottom, because, um, hi? I'm not one for wearing just panties, damnit. I draw shit like that, but I'm an awkward slasher at heart, okay? and just because I have sexy clothing (or...pink clothing...twitch) doesn't mean I'll be comfortable in it. But what the hell, I'm going to ROCKY HORROR, and there will be DUDES IN DRAG WEARING LESS. So I should be less awkward. I think. Have this feeling that the others will pre-game, which will make me loosen up in that I won't be as afraid of seeming stupid and awkward (Why would I "need" alcohol when the people around me are inebriated! The collective inhibitions are lowered anyway!)

ETA: Problem solved.

Hm. Need shoes and fishnets and a pair of high white socks, as well as something for the bottom half. Damn, this is getting complicated.

~Lark, the oddly-changed-by-college-already-holy-shit, out.

EPILOGUE)
_{LUE = Life the Universe and Everything. If you haven't read Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, go do so now. It will make your life WIN.}

ULTRA-EPILOGUE)
_{This is the journal the never ends! It just goes on and on my friends! One day I started writing it, not knowing what it was, and I continued ETAing it forever just because this is the journal that never -- (C'mon people! Sing along!)}
THAT IS ALL I HAVE TO SAY
Lies. Someone took Bill, a hairstylist, and a lifetime supply of red bull and hairspray and locked them all in a room together. Wow. (NOTE: He can do what he likes to his hair. I just reserve the right to comment in my journal. If you think I'm being disrespectful, I hope you can get used to it.) Actually, I'd like to point out WHEN DO WE GET THIS?!
I'm officially one of those horrible people who blogs about stars' fashion fallacies now. Damnit.
Actually, I only really want to know the story behind Gustav's hair. Cockatoo Bill is amusing, but what made Gusti change his hair color? I like the fact that he doesn't used tons of product. It's endearing somehow. (I go to a pretty hippie college. Many of us shower, some of us shave, and a few are even vegetarian instead of vegan. Natural is nice. But of course, I can talk. I helped dye my girlfriend's hair purple. _{PS - I'm playing with the stereotype of my school. If I've confused you, just ignore me. It's best for the sanity. The bit about my gf's hair is true, though.})

I still don't get why someone would favorite things she hates.

Gotta love people.

(iwo: entry removed)

That's right, a stolen meme.

Tyvm Shivs, hon.

Comment with the name of a character of mine plz?
_{(Mine, meaning not Bill, Tom, Andreas, Gustav, Georg, Sam, Dean, Castiel, Brendon, Ryan, etc.)}
I'll reply with the following info about them:

01. Full name
02. Best friend
03. Sexuality
04. Favorite color
05. Relationship status
06. Ideal mate
07. Turn-ons
08. Favorite food
09. Crushes
10. Favorite music
11. Biggest fear
12. Biggest wish
13. Bad habits
14. Biggest regret
15. Best kept secrets
16. Last thought
17. Worst romantic experience
18. Biggest insecurity
19. Weapon of choice
20. Role Model

Disclaimer: I still love it here. It's normal to take issue to somethings.

It's cold in my room.

Like really cold. It's 59 outside, according to my desktop, and raining (according to both my desktop and me)

But I want my windows open, because my hall reeks of pot. REEKS. People were out partying last night. I went along to watch them (I don't drink/do drugs/smoke. I'm weird enough without fucking myself up with that shit) and while it was amusing, it also confirmed my decision not to do any of that. At the beginning of the evening everyone was having fun. They were laughing and talking and it was sort of nice. But then they started leaning on me for support. This one girl from M was just so gone, stumbling and grabbing people and patting people's faces and stuff. By the end of the night, they had all turned into sad drunks. Anyhow. I don't need to go into details. I ended up back at my room watching Supernatural. (OMG DID YOU SEE IT? I KNO RITE! _{please don't spoil in the comments!}) But today my hall reeks of fucking pot, and it's making my eyes sting and throat scratchy. Seriously. My door is shut and my eyes are burning from the residual smoke.

Anyhow that aside.

I'm having a good time here. Though I have to start doing homework soon....

And now when I say school, I mean college, not high school, which is frigging awesome.

Actually, classes haven't started. I'll have to get back to you on how that is.

But orientation has been awesome. My school is amazing. Seriously. We had a water fight on the quad with my tutorial class (we're divided in two groups for orientation, so there were (sort of) teams. Which disintegrated very quickly into everyone for themselves.) In the amazingness of my school, the 2nd year orientation leaders were comfortable taking off their shirts (so they were in bras and shorts) for the waterfight. This just shows how much this is NOT high school. There have been jam sessions in the courtyard for the first two nights, and there have been parties for the last two. I didn't go to those. Drugs are really sort of big here, and I don't want to get involved in drugs (even just to "try it", I have my reasons) so there have been a couple times that I've had to skip out on hanging out because, well, I don't want to have to deal with that. Most of my friends now know that I don't smoke/drink/do drugs.

Friends. Okay, I actually feel bad talking about it, becuase a lot of my home friends are having a tough time with school, but I am really loving it. My roommate is an angel (we were up really late last night talking about all those deep, insightful things that are so damn profound. While you're exhausted) and our across-the-hall-and-down-two-doors hallmate is really nice too. The girl who sets up parties and stuff on our hall is also insanely nice, and actually asks all the people on the hall about noise level and time issues before throwing a party. I've also made friends with a girl from my state, who's very sweet, but keeps early hours, which make it hard to spend time with her. And another girl who is friends with my roomie.

And last, but not least, I've met a slasher. It makes me so happy. We were on the quad when I found out that she likes Supernatural and I fricken screamed. I'm not kidding. Then we were on the bus and figured out that "OMG SHOEBOX!" and be both screamed and hugged, and generally scared our mutual friends who were like "wtf are they gibbering about?" and then we got off the bus, and I'm like "hey, um, other slash?" and she's like "YES!" and I'm like "YES!" And that made my world so much better her. We stayed up till 3:30 am, squeeing about common interests (I'm afraid I'm going to be dragged back to FBRdom. She's a panic, fob, hush sound, etc reader. Plus MCR. But also Spn and NCIS and HP. I introduced her to mg's slave breakers (please don't hunt that down unless you're sure you're not squicked by anything.

Anyhow. I have a thing to be at in, like ten mins, so. I'll see you all round.

~Lark out.