It’s amazing, and I’m loving it. There’s been all sorts of really cool things going on, but it’s been really busy. Classes start for me tomorrow, and I’m off the wall excited about that. I’m sure once that starts though, I’m going to become pretty busy. I see a frat party in the near future (this Saturday actually), and my roommate, couple of friends, and I are terribly excited. There are few boys at an all woman’s college, so we are man hungry.

I’ve never actually been a partier, and I probably never will be. I want to meet boys though because that’s something I’ve never really had. I’ve had tons of flirtations, but because of my parents and my own fears, I’ve always just held off. I’m looking at college as a way to do all the things that I want to do. It’s great. I promise I’m not going to drink or anything like that.

So Agnes Scott has a bunch of really fun songs I’ve never know about, and they are all pretty hilarious. One’s basically a drinking song about beer and another is about the ways of this prostitute for “Poor Ole Lil.” It’s hilarious and I love it. There’s also a song called “Twiddly Twat” which is just so irreverent.

I’ve made tons of friends, and I’ve been acting a bit crazy and out there, but it’s all cool. I love it all. Really. I get the people here most of the time. I can be sarcastic and cutting, and people get it most of the time. So… have I left anything out? I don’t think so.

Of this book I read a long time ago when I was either in elementary school or middle school. It was one of the saddest books I recall reading simply because it was about lost love. It was childish and simple book, and while I remember it, I can’t recall the name of the book or any of the details for the life of me.

It was about a girl who lived in an underground society with people who lived hundreds of years old. She goes up to the modern world, and she meets a boy and girl who are like 15 or something. She looks their age, but she’s quite older. The boy and the girl live with their grandfather who in actuality is from the same society as the girl. He came up oh so many years ago, fell in love, had a family with the girl, and the girl dies while he doesn’t really age. His children and grandchildren and great grandchildren die, and the boy and girl he’s taking care of are his great great grandchildren or something of the like. He knows who she is, and he warns her about the life he’s lived watching his family die while he only grows a little older. She’s falling in love with the boy, but she fears that life, so she goes back the the underground.

Whenever I think of this book, which is quite frequently actually, I think of the song The Space Between by the Dave Matthews Band. I think that song was playing while I read the last few pages of the book or something. It’s always just struck me as perfect though because the lyrics just fit with the story. I’ve just been thinking of that book and that song lately, and it’s just weird I think. I don’t really remember the details or anything, and I just think, “What if I made that entire book up?”

My chest x-ray came back normal, so I don’t have the actual TB disease. I may have the TB germ somewhere in my lungs lying dormant waiting for my immune system to weaken enough to attack my body. I will be put on some medication for the next 9 months to prevent that. I have no symptoms, am not contagious, not even sick. I’m perfectly fine.

My relatives have been visiting my home since about Saturday, and it was alright. My uncle is a doctor, so pharmaceutical companies send him lots of pens and other free stuff. I got a little bag full of goodies. I hate to advertising them, but I really really like free stuff. I got a thermos which changes colors depending on the temperature of the stuff you put in it, blue for cold, red for hot. It’s cool. My aunt bought me a really nice purse and wallet as a graduation gift, so that was really nice of her. They left yesterday, but my grandfather, my mother’s father, is staying with us until the end of the month I think. He’s pretty nice, but he has some serious health problems.

I move into my college dorm on the 22nd, but I’ve only bought my bedding so far and my computer. My laptop was at Geek Squad at Best Buy because I was having issues with the Windows side of it. That’s why I haven’t been on in the past few days. It’s all better now.

For those of you who do not know what TB stands for, it’s tuberculosis. It’s supposed to be pretty serious. The bump I was talking about yesterday was in fact a positive for the Mantoux skin test. The nurse saw it, and she said she thought it was positive. The doctor saw it, and he poked and pressed and measured the bump and determined it was positive. He called a specialist and talked to him for some time while I sat in this uncomfortable chair in what I think was their lab. He told me I may have gotten a TB injection which I don’t remember, and that’s possibly why it was positive. I think I was pretty close to crying when he said that.

I had to get a chest X-Ray at the hospital which was not at all bad, just weird having to wait in the antiseptic smelling waiting rooms, really weird to wear the hospital gown. I have to go to the health department early Monday morning, I think to inform the state that I have TB and for something else, I don’t know what exactly. After that, I have to go back to my doctor. He said he would tell me what was what then.

I feel numb and strangely calm about everything right now.  I think it will all be alright.

Yesterday, I got a skin test for TB. I needed it for school. They gave me an injection on my forearm, and they told me to come back to the office tomorrow. Apparently, if a bump appears in the injection sight, that could be a positive for the test. I’m looking at my forearm right now, and it’s got this large itchy bump on it.

I’m scared I might have tuberculosis. I am seriously freaked out right now, and I don’t know what will happen.

By Dylan Thomas, a poet who truly inspires me.

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan’t crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

This truly is one of the most emotion inspiring poems I’ve ever encountered. Dylan Thomas is one of my favorite poets, and I first encountered his work in the 10th grade when we were given the assignment of memorizing his poem, “Do not go gentle into that good night,” another poem about death. Recently, I’ve just become a bit obsessed, so I thought I would share my obsession.

You can go on YouTube and look him and his poem up, and you’ll find a video of him reciting the poem. He has this big booming voice which to me reverberates through you. I didn’t really imagine it that way though.

So, reflect. Give me your thoughts. Or, ignore.

my room for the past few hours, and I plan on continuing to clean until it is all done. I’m done for the day, but tomorrow, I will be cleaning. I will clean and clean and clean until everything is clean. It’s been cleansing so far and tiring. It’s good.

I bought a bed in a bag for $20 dollars, and I think it’s pretty cute. I bought some nice pillows, and I’m just really excited about starting college.

I’ve been meaning to write another entry, but since my life is boring, I’ve had nothing to say really. I got 3 shots today. I got the last HPV shot, and that hurts like a mother. It actually bled, and I’ve never bled from a shot before. I feel pain as I am typing this.

I watched a cute little movie last night. Me and a friend rented Definitely, Maybe. It was just a cute feel good romantic comedy. A couple of weeks ago, we watched Children of Men which was very intense and very sad and depressing. It was a good movie, just so intense.

I few days ago, my mom called me to help make dinner with her, and as I closed the door to my room, I scraped my middle finger on my left hand. It started bleeding, so I went to clean it up in the bathroom I share with my grandmother. I went in, starting washing my hand, my head started aching all of a sudden, next thing I know, I’m on the floor, my butt aching and back against the door. I had apparently slammed it shut when I fell. It was rather disconcerting to be in that position. I think it was because I hadn’t eaten very much that day for some reason. The last time something like that happened was in the 7th grade, again because I hadn’t eaten very much. Let it be a lesson to you all, eat!

I’ve nothing new to report. I’m sorry. My life is boring at the moment. I got my summer reading for college. I’m reading Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi, a graphic autobiographical novel about her life in Iran during the revolution. It’s very good; I truly enjoyed reading it. Only bad thing, I have to write an essay due at the beginning of August.

Peace and Love to you all. Hugs all around.

So here’s some history some of you may or may not know. After WWII and many years following, a veteran was provided the opportunity to go to the college of their choice, usually a state school; the cost of tuition, books, and a monthly stipend was given to them. It’s the least a country can do for people who fought and risked their lives for them. This bill was discontinued. That means, veterans were no longer given the chance to make a better life from themselves after serving in a war.

In 1998, Congress required that service men pay a $1200 tax to be eligible for education benefits. The education benefits covers half the expenses of going to college for 4 years at a public institute in state, 1/3 for out of state public institute, and not even 1/3 for a private institute. About 90% of enlisted personnel enlist right after high school so they don’t have college educations or degrees. 375,000 leave the service every year. How can they be expected to get a satisfactory job after serving in the military if they can’t even pay for college?

There is a campaign going on for a New GI Bill which I believe is necessary. This new bill addresses all of the short comings of the current situation, covering the full cost of college. Isn’t the least we can do to support our troops is to support this bill? The current administration in the White House is very much against this bill, and I don’t understand how they could be.

Please give me thoughts about this.

Life is just really boring. I’m not doing much. i’ve just recently bought a Macbook. I love it; it’s pretty amazing.

I saw a movie called Driving Lessons last week, and it was really good. It stars Rupert Grint, Laura Linney and one other actress whose name I cannot remember at the moment. It was just a classic coming of age movie where Rupert Grint enters into the employment of this crazy actress. He gains more confidence and learns to stand up against his crazy domineering mother. It was just a good movie.