The Reasons Enumerating Why The Next Two Weeks Will Not Pass Quickly Enough

So the title of this post expresses some givens which I will have to explain in order to explain the reasons why they are givens. These givens are:

1) Something EXCITING and generally positive is going to occur within the next two weeks. This thing is my return to college in Provo, Utah, at Brigham Young University. I will be a sophomore, for like one semester, and then my AP credits will have given me a friendly little bump up to be a junior, I think. So I only have seven semesters at college instead of eight, which is fine by me.

2) I am SO EXCITED for this to occur that the next two weeks are going to pass extremely slowly, to my mind. I hate to admit that I am one of those people who kind of lives for the next big thing- and I do try to enjoy life as it goes by, but I still wish that I wasn't always thinking about (what comes next, what comes next) because it distracts me from what's happening NOW. Like for example, my family and I went on a two-day vacation to a place in the Poconos called Camelbeach, which has this awesome water park with a wave pool and super tall slides because it's built on a mountain near the Camelbeach ski resort. This occurred in the first weekend of August; we left Thursday night, spent Friday at the water park, and went home on Saturday. It was fun. But I spent like three weeks of July going, I CAN'T WAIT FOR THIS VACATION and WHEN WILL THIS VACATION GET HERE and I JUST REALLY NEED THIS VACATION NOOOOOOWWWWWW and other such things. (This may or may not have occurred because of the awful job I mentioned in the one post... it made me long for the future a lot when I was there.)

So why is it, exactly, that I am so very very excited to go back to college?

Because college is FUN, that's why. It is. It is so fun. And while I loved college last year, I know I'm going to love it even more this year, because firstly I'm not going to be working at football games (unless I'm really, really desperate on the job front), so I can spend my Friday nights huddled up in my room being anti-social, and secondly because I live quite close to campus so I can still take the opportunities offered with living near to campus without having all the annoying rules to deal with, but lastly and mostly because I'm going to be living with two really awesome people and a third person who I hope is really awesome.

One of these people is my friend Superwholockmarauder. Yes, that is a wordy name. Yes, it is entirely fitting. Superwholockmarauder is my fanfiction buddy and my (website-that-shall-not-be-named-outside-of-itself) buddy and quite often my Pinterest buddy as well. We love most of the same books, we love most of the same fandoms, most of the same movies, some of the same music (quite a lot of it, I should think), and we're just kind of generally twinnish and it totally works. It's funny that I met her...

...and yes, I will allow this to digress into a story time. Okay. We lived in the same building on campus, and within our building our resident assistant was like, "Let's have a building sleepover/pajama party in the basement! Yeah!" And even though I am anti-social and somewhat ferociously shy, I was like, "Well, you have to make FRIENDS, Sarah," so I put on my elephant pajamas and I went. I did. And we get down there, and we play get-to-know-you games, and I'm sitting next to Superwholockmarauder before I even know her and we have this ball that the RA has with questions written on it and we throw the ball and catch it and the question that comes up is "What's your favorite T.V. show?" and she had the ball before me but I wasn't paying attention because I rarely watch T.V. I was like, "Wait, do I even HAVE a favorite T.V. show?" But then I remembered, "Oh, yeah, we have Doctor Who on boxed set, so it's T.V. but it's not T.V.,  because we don't watch it on cable." But the ball gets to me, and I say, "My favorite T.V. show is Doctor Who," and I pass the ball along real quick because I realized how incredibly nerdy and sort of not cool I sound, but then I see her face and my first thought was, "I can provoke a happy reaction from people?" and then she goes, "You like Doctor Who, TOO?" and I think, "FELLOW WHOVIAN! I AM NOT ALONE ON THE PLANET OF BYU!" and then she says, "You're my new best friend," and I was perfectly okay with this, because I had been vaguely worried about what people would think about my obsession with British science fiction. And it all turned out lovely.

But anyway, that was at the beginning of fall semester last year. Mid-September, maybe. And I had gotten a calling as a ward music chair, and I began getting to know people in the ward, and it was fun and stuff. And then we finally got our Relief Society put together, and then I get assigned a visiting teaching companion who turns out to be one of Superwholockmarauder's five roommates. And at first, like I am with most people, I was a little shy. But then, as we got to know each other, I learned that this girl, Superwholockmarauder's roommate, my visiting teaching companion and supervisor, was RIDICULOUSLY easy to talk to. And she was also incredibly confident and smart and pretty and funny, and she was just really happy all the time, and nice to everyone. And I admired her because I was like, "Okay, I am so not this cool," but then we became pretty good friends. I'm going to refer to her hereafter as Smiley, because when this girl laughs or smiles, she can always make me feel better about, well, everything. (And that, dear readers, is a rare quality indeed.) So I got to know Smiley on my own, through visiting teaching and stuff, and Superwholockmarauder was Smiley's roommate, and then Superwholockmarauder began inviting me down to their apartment to watch Doctor Who, because she had a Netflix account and she wanted to introduce it to Smiley. I went, quite willingly, and the three of us struck up a friendship, and it more or less turned out that Smiley and Superwholockmarauder invited me to come and live in an apartment with them the following year.

I accepted at once, because I wanted to move off-campus and I wanted nothing better than to live with people who were awesome and understood my crazy weirdness and my obsessions and who were willing to listen to me and who could share some of my enthusiasms. I liked my roommates from that year a lot, but we were just friends. We weren't like, soul mate friends. But Superwholockmarauder and Smiley evidently liked me well enough to invite me to live with them. And that was a new experience for me.

I mean, I had friends in high school. I had very good friends in high school. But I was never really sure if they liked me because we did the same stuff and I was around them a lot or because they actually liked ME the person. It turns out that most of them did, for which I was surprised, pleased, and grateful. But with Superwholockmarauder and Smiley, I didn't have to worry about that. I already knew they liked me and liked me a lot. If they hadn't, they wouldn't have asked me to live with them next year.

Of course, our apartment is a four-man (woman?) apartment, and there's an as-of-yet-unknown roommate who will be living with us. I have no idea who it is; maybe someone's just bought the contract from the landlady; maybe Smiley found someone in the nick of time (it is her bedroom that has the vacancy, after all); I dunno. But I'm not terribly worried about The Unknown Roommate. She'll at least be okay, you know? And if she's at least okay, then we can train her up in the ways of goodness and British television and Nerdfighters, and life will be good.

So Superwholockmarauder and Smiley and The Unknown Roommate are one reason I'm excited to return to BYU; another is that I am really, really bored.

Yes, you heard me; I am bored. It's summer, but I've had almost four months of summer. I am ready for intellectual stimulation. I'm going to start Russian 101 in the fall, in addition to THREE (count 'em, THREE) English classes. And a mandatory religion class. But I have Russian and English other than that and I am SO EXCITED about it because the three classes I have are English 292, English 293, and English 218. 292 and 293 are literature classes, and they cover British literary history from Milton to modern and American literary history. Also, the professors are in cahoots with each other so the projects will be planned around each of the other classes and we'll connect the two classes. It will be SO MUCH FUN. And 218 is a creative writing class, and I don't need to tell you that that will be fun, because I write ALL THE FREAKING TIME so it will be a breeze AND fun. And I really want to learn Russian because I have ancestors from Russia and stuff and it will be interesting, and (as the Olympics have aptly taught me) Russian men are quite attractive. But that reason is less important than the other ones.

And I just kind of want to get out of the house, too; when I don't work, I'm at home all the time. So I'll be excited to go and live somewhere where if I want to go to the store, really any store, it's like a five-minute walk. Good stuff. And I'll be with a lot of people my age, and that's always fun. And maybe (though probably not) I might go to church in a real church building. It's not probable, but it's possible.

Either way, these next two weeks won't pass fast enough! I'll have to do a lot of laundry and read all the Harry Potter books again to occupy my time. Oh, wait, I'm doing that. Well, one of those things. Guess which... hint: there are lots of clothes that need cleaned in my room. And I have to finish my work for my one job... and I have to APPLY for as many jobs as I can when I go back to school... and I have to take an OST... and I have to re-learn the Russian alphabet... and exercise... and make a list of things I need my mother to buy... so much to do! Okay, maybe those two weeks will pass faster than I thought, with all that stuff to do. And that, like everything I blog about, is jam on my life-bread.