Sorry This Took So Long...

It's been brought to my attention that exactly one person cares whether or not I write in this thing. But Sarah, since you are that one person and I adore you, I thought it was about time to get started. Life's been so busy that I simply haven't thought about it. I trust that my blog won't be as exciting or entertaining as yours, but since I've never been as exciting or entertaining as you are, that doesn't come as much of a surprise.

I am sitting on the corner of 21st Ave S and Pierce Ave in Nashville waiting for the bus. I find it some how both sad and hilarious that Peabody College of Vanderbilt University is situated on 21st Ave S - makes me feel like I haven't come all that far. Which of course, I have. People in Nashville wear blue suede, fringed vests, truly believe that Country music can change the world, and don't find anything wrong with the fact that there is still a statue up next to the major highway coming into Nashville of the man who founded the KKK. This place is a whole world away from both Green Bay and the Cities.

Anyway, my friends here think I'm crazy that I'd rather wait for the bus than drive to campus. But a) I'm saving the earth and haven't driven my car in 2 days... and then I was carpooling so it was ok, b) I can't afford to fill up my gas tank, and c) riding the bus is free for Vandy grad students. It sounds all very win-win to me. I've always loved riding the bus. Makes me feel very urban. Or poor. One of the two.

The weather is hot. Not like "oo, I need a fan" hot. More like "the air outside feels like I stuck my head into a very humid oven and my legs constantly feel like really doughy, not thoroughly cooked, homemade bread... because the fat is continuously sticking to everything... jeans, chairs, other legs" hot. If that makes any sense. I'm trying to conserve money and not really run the air conditioning but because my apartment is virtually as hot as the air outside, I have yet to unpack the majority of my belongings. Every time I try, I sweat. And I am not a girl that likes to sweat.

Gosh, I am boring. I have just written on and on about riding the bus and sweating... Boring, boring, boring.

My first night out with my new friends here I met a British soccer player who found me very cute. That's not boring. Or it wouldn't be if I had decided to actually call him to go out last weekend. But I didn't because I'm broke. And because I just didn't care. The girls here have dubbed him Doogie Howser - which, if I must be honest, is a very apt nickname for him. He was cute in that "I have an accent sort of way" but only mildly cute on top of that. But take in to consideration that I have a thing for mildly cute, soccer players, who are usually very arrogant. Through an accent on them and you'll understand why I sat at the bar and chatted with him for almost 2 hours.

And that is my life in a nut shell. Boring... Work, Class, Unpacking, Watching TV, Checking my email... Boring

There Sarah - Now you have something to read!