Course catalogs are evil.

Yesterday I thought I would be organized and productive by looking at my school's course catalog.

This was a mistake.

My intended major is history, for various reasons. Mostly because I think history is pretty cool and because if I want to do it in Real Life having studied it in college would probably help.
Anyway, I looked through the history courses and drooled and was very excited about it.
Then I looked through the anthropology courses. And I drooled and was very excited.
Same with philosophy.
And with theatre.
And English.
And Peace and Justice studies.
And all of the things I looked at.

This poses a problem.
Not that it's a surprising problem at all, but it's a problem nonetheless.

I have a feeling that choosing classes at orientation is going to be one of the most traumatic experiences of my life up to this point.

I have dreadlocks now. Dreadlocks are cool.

Oh hey several-month-long gap!

There is no way I can go into detail about everything that's happened since the last entry, so I'm not even going to try. Here's a basic outline of the highlights:
March:
Military Through the Ages at Jamestown Settlement, I managed to not get eaten by the Jacobites and had good times with the gentlemen from Tidewater Maritime Living History Association.
April:
Survived the GED test. Market Fair at Ft. Frederick, more good times. Was asked to join a band, started that process.
May:
Several things happened at once; Grandma Dee passed away one morning, I found and rescued a baby barred owl that evening, then sang in an Antietam Women's Ensemble concert two days later. Although it was a hard time, having the owl and concert helped greatly in processing the grief.
June:
Played with House of Cadarn (the aforementioned band) at the Hampton Blackbeard Pirate Festival. Good times.
Various other activities with friends and stuff.
July:
Hitched a ride with Tad to Old Fort Niagara for their French and Indian War encampment on July 4th weekend, kidnapped my twinny, Barbara and had a lovely time. Stopped by the (brig) Niagara both ways, and helped out with a daysail on the 4th. Seeing the boat and old shipmates was fun.
Tried, for the second-and-a-half time to get dreadlocks, this time with success.
Went to Wisconsin for a celebration of life for Grandma Dee, and met her brother, my great-uncle Dick, his daughter (mom's cousin) and her two daughters (my...second cousins, I think). It went well.
We got home from that around 2am this morning. Tomorrow night we're going to Deathly Hallows part 2 for the midnight premier. SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK.

At some point this spring (I don't know what month) I got accepted to Warren Wilson, and, of course, am going to be going there on August 17, 35 days. Not like I'm counting or anything...

I'll try to write again, and more than a laundry list of events next time. But for now, actual laundry beckons.