Datmouth musings

So, I'm at Dartmouth visiting Ben, and everything was going really well until my Nintendo 64 controller decided to only turn left. I kind of ended up running off a cliff about four seconds before getting a star. It was sad. :(

So now I'm not necessarily in the writing mood (because I was doing dialogue for my spring film fest movie), but I guess I'm just doing it anyways. Feeling totally fat playing video games alone and eating chicken nuggets and cookies. It's self-medication though. I believe everyone needs nights like this. I'm unbelievably stoked to get back to school. Being at Ben's school makes it worse that I can't be at my own. He's actually due back to the room soon, having gone to the lab for another hour and change to try to finish this monstrously confusing Computer Science assignment. So I'm all by myself, trying not to be too much of a burden to his roommate Alex. I was thinking of going in his bedroom to ask if he could fix the controller, but then thought that might be awkward.

Since I don't really know him, ya know? But I feel like I do, because he was willing to live with my neurotic, slobbish, sleep-deprived boyfriend. We must have something in common. And I know it's creepy, but he might be the best man at my wedding one day. Maybe. So, I have to know him, right?

But I just can't bring myself to go in there and ask him to confirm his manly technological proficiency by fixing an old controller. I just have to stay here and DJ Ben's music in an interesting fashion and hope that in listening through the wall he admires my taste.

I think I'm going to instate daily things that I can post on my blogs as good topic starters, like a Confession of the Day, to go along with my Successful Adult Moment of the Day. So at least I can update those and laugh about them later in life when I look back on this sure-to-be-short-lived blog started over Winter Break when I was a sophomore in college.

So, my Confession of the Day: I effing love Dashboard Confessional. Their music, oddly enough, makes me really happy, though I guess it's emo. Or that's what the proverbial "they" say it is. I first started listening to Dashboard when my friend Becky went to college in Boston and I bought her old car as my first car. His name was Barney Sanchez, and I before owning him, I had many teenage shenanigans in him with Becky at the wheel. And she loved Dashboard, so as a memorial to her prior owndership of Barney, I left the Dusk and Summer album she left in Barney in the CD player for a month. And there was so much enjoyment of life in the music, despite heartbreak, that I really fell in love with the album. I have "Dashboard Days" when I play the album on loop while driving around, and everyone looks at me like I'm an emo kid when I scream my heart out at stoplights but that's just not what Dashboard means to me. It means Becky and some of the happiest days of my life in Barney Sanchez.

And finally, my Successful Adult Moment of the Day: I am striving to no longer be a member of the "Clean Plate Club" of which I'm certain I must have been the President as a kid, leading to my current chubtacularness. That's a kid thing, where your parents can make you feel bad for not licking your plate clean, but when you order off the adult menu and the portions are effing huge, you can just not eat it all. And that's fine. So I didn't. So hah, Mom and Dad. I'm reconditioning myself. Today Ben and I went to Lou's and I got a huge quesadilla and it came with a side salad (holy poop that was a lot of food). And I successfully only ate until I was full, and that was after about two thirds of the plate. SUCCESS.

With that I leave.