Dismantled (Instead of Repaired)

Why yes, I did just play on the title of an Anberlin song with no intention of talking about Anberlin at all. I also considered titling this post "Nobody Deserves to See Their Son Die," but I figured that was a bit of a depressing title considering this about to be about roller coasters.

You read that right.

This year saw the deaths of three of the roller coasters that have always had special places in my heart. None of them were my favorite, or even close, or really even worthy to be anybody's favorites, but they're all something that I'm going to miss. Son of Beast, at Kings Island, was one of the roller coasters that made me feel like a badass. Yeah, it was rough. It was worse than Mean Streak at Cedar Point. But I could handle it. That and it was monstrous. It just looked really cool, even if it wasn't a very good roller coaster. Wildcat, at Cedar point, was probably the most underrated ride I've ever rode. Its quick turns, fast hills, and countless weightless moments made it worth the wait every time. It was classic! And Disaster Transport at Cedar Point... Well, I'm gonna be honest, it really wasn't that much fun. BUT, the building was air conditioned, and that was enough to capture my heart. It was also the only well themed ride there.

I just wanted to take this opportunity to be depressed about that. Sorry, no real substance here. Just being obsessed with roller coasters all over again.

Awkward Moments (and slight obsession)

That awkward moment when you walk into the dining hall and smell like chlorine because you just swam for the first time in a year and you feel amazing and you love the smell and you never want to not smell like chlorine and you're going to start swimming every day because swimming.

That awkward moment when you're starving because you just did who knows how many laps and you feel like you can eat a bus but it's an amazing feeling because you were swimming and you smell like chlorine and it's perfect.

That awkward moment when you eat the entire dining hall.

That awkward moment when your breathing is still a little off, and you remember why you stopped swimming in the first place. That awkward moment when you don't care, because that was just too good to pass up again.

That awkward moment when you have astronomy homework and you're blogging.

#College

Everybody here in the fine little town of Ann Arbor is so ambitious. It's like whoever I talk to, they're talking about how they're pre-law, or pre-business, or pre-med or pre-president (pre-sident?) or something crazy smart like that. And engineering. Everybody's going to be an engineer.

Hi, I'm JJ, I'm a film student!

That usually gets a pause, and then one of those damage-control "Oh!"s and a "that's cool!" which is about when I let them know that I'm actually not retarded, and that I'm still trying to decide what to double major in. Top possibilities include architecture, or something that will help me get into marketing without turning me into one of the "Pre-Business!" robots. Maybe American Studies? That one could be useful... (That was a joke, Mom)

Number of classes cancelled this week so far: 2

Number of Red Bulls consumed since move-in: 4

Number of Free Red Bulls received since move-in: 5

On a Scale of 1-10, how much does JJ like Red Bull: 0

Likely hood that JJ will drink the last one tomorrow: 10

Number of Mountain Dew Cans currently in the mini-fridge: 9

Number it can hold: 10

Reason there aren't 10: There's a Red Bull in one of the spots

Does that make JJ angry: A bit

Number of laws broken since move-in: I plead the fifth

So 5 then?: That's not how it works

Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, he has confessed to 5: Oh my goodness shut up.

Really, how many: I think I jaywalked a few times

Okay, you win: I always do.

Age in numerals as of last friday: 17

Age in Roman numerals as of last friday: XVII

Age in letters as of today: IB

Age in words, because JJ is stupid: eighteen

I went exploring, and I found all of the necessary places to know. Except for Oxford Hall, where the heck is Oxford Hall? Nobody knows, apparently. Except for people who live in Oxford Hall. I met one of those today, she tried to explain to me where it was, but all I got from it was that she wasn't really sure where it is either, which is a little bit frightening because she lives there. Speaking of girls in residence halls, it would really suck to live in Martha Cook. That's all I have to say about that.

It keeps hitting me how freaking awesome it is to go to Michigan. My SAC professor was talking about how we have the only film copy in the world of some movies, which is kind of AWESOME. Speaking of my SAC professor, he went over a pointless topic in the notes today so that he could make a joke about it later in the lecture. Ask me about it sometime. SAC is film, by the way. Because I'm a film student. Cough.

How much I like college: Turtles and potatoes

Number of times I had to keep my "collegemouth" from speaking up during this post: 24