So, it sucked.
Briefly, for I have just traveled for 9 hours and beyond mentally and physically exhausted. AND THE PORN IMS HAVE GOT TO STOP!!!!!
Right then:
So, ride down there's ok. I sleep for 5 hours and read magazines the rest of the time. We get to sb and find a nice place for dinner in the downtown area. I confront my mom about the issue at hand (boyfriend) and she admits she loves him and I burst into tears in the middle of this crowded restaurant. The conversation continues and she says that i should really go on the pill because i'm freaking out for no reason and that maybe i should specifically go on anti-depressants. This makes me cry even harder because happy pills go against just about everything I believe in (and yet, The Pill is ok....I am such a hypocrite. Och.) So we go to the hotel and are pissed at and alienated from each other and I can't sleep because all I can think is that I have a bottle of Advil in my suitcase that is looking pretty appealing right now. Urrrggg...I'd thought I'd gotten past this stage!!
I wake up Friday morning feeling a lot better and I explain to my mom that the reason I'm so upset about this is because I was kept in the dark as usual. I'm always the last to know when it comes to major events that will affect my life: my dad's alcoholism, the divorce, my dad's DUI, my brother's cancer, etc. I just want to know what's going on! Is that so wrong? Mom said it was Dr. Laura Schlessinger's advice to keep the children out of romantic involvemtns outside of marriage, and that is bullshit. Your children should always come first and they should know what's going on in your life. They don't have to know the intimate details, but they should at least meet the guy!
So we drive to orientation and get all my stuff in my room (small!) and take off for the opening meeting. It starts out bad, and pretty much stays at that level. The girls are all partyers who are freaking out about "sneaking off" to Isla Vista, THE party zone -- during the school year, not during the summer you spazzes! All of the people in my student counseling group become BFFs, and i'm left to observe how silly they are. Oh, in the beginning we meet outside of this building with our groups and as we're walking to this other room we're supposed to buddy up with someone and get to know each other. Of course, we have an odd number in our group and I'm stuck talking to the counselor person. Of course. The rest of the day is pretty much like that, so my mom and I sneak off to a shopping center and get my nails done ($10 and in 15 minutes!) and buy some hair stuff at KMart (it's a self checkout!! You ring up the items yourself and then insert money or a cc like a vending machine! This is enough to make me so excited to go to sb, even though the company may suck). nightfall comes and i say gnight to my mum and then walk around campus by myself listening to the Reality Bites soundtrack, which was great walking beats if you're ever in the mood. It was actually really nice, just watching the sky. Then I run into a girl I kind of know and her friend and they say they're going to the "social" (social?!?!?!) so I figure I'll go with them. So we go and it's lame but we stay anyway. Then I leave and finally meet my roommate for the night, who was really nice and Christian and not a partyer at all. A bit uptight if anything. we talk for 2 hours and then I fall asleep to Natalie Merchant (highly recommended.) Oh, my mom and I also went to Border's that night after dinner at some restaurant and I bought David Sedaris' "Me Talk Pretty One Day," which should be slightly amusing. I finally finished Chocolat, on a completely random note, and the movie was oddly far superior.
The second day is pretty much the same as the first, except I got my schedule. Comm 1, theater appreciation, music appreciation, and philosophy 1. 16 units; we'll see how that works out. Afterwards, my mom and I drive off assuming we'll stop in an hour or so, but I fall asleep and mom keeps driving. 4 hours later, I wake up after turbulent dreams in which the overriding emotion was control (makes sense) and we decide to just keep driving home. So now it's 1:42 and I'm exhausted and it's time for bed.
To summarize, it wasn't the worst weekend of my life but I expected more. Hopefully, college itself will have more to offer me.
Also, I have a lot to learn.
Also also, I hope people in sb smoke like the people up here do. Because otherwise, I really might go insane.