Murphy's Law

Those of you who have seen the great movie Interstellar understand what Murphy's Law is. According to Wikipedia, "Murphy's law is a popular adage that states that "things will go wrong in any given situation, if you give them a chance," or more commonly, "whatever can go wrong, will go wrong."

The obvious way to avoid a problem is to prepare for it. But how do you prepare for a problem you'd never expect?

Well, I can tell you that stress-eating and hiding in your room are not the correct answers. Coffee helps a little, but it helped more in college when things were constantly moving. Blankets? Boyfriends? Candy? Teddy bears? Everything kinda picked up at the beginning of this year, and suddenly I went from happy-go-lucky college student to young woman planning a huge event for the fall, planning events for her club, and flying out to the capitol to, if the group messages reveal anything, struggle to stay focused amidst a bunch of other students.

I'm not sorry it happened. Well, to be honest, sometimes I wished I wasn't so involved. It's so draining waking up, as a 20 year old, with several high-importance emails you have to reply to. Events you have to plan, whether you wanted to or not. Things you have to remember to do because no one else will. It doesn't feel fair sometimes, and sometimes I just want to curl up and pretend that the world outside of my bed doesn't exist. Other days I want to become a cinnamon roll. See picture below.

Disregarding cinnamon rolls and wistful thinking, I'm stuck with all of this responsibility whether I like it or not. I'm just having trouble adapting. Like, I probably can't even lead a successful DnD group. Why am I leading this club???

But it's whatever. I gotta step up to the plate. Cause those freshmen need me. I think. Anyway.

                                                                                                                                                                   

Saturday I will unceremoniously drive my sleepy but to Memphis, where my flight to Atlanta leaves at seven in the morning. I have a layover there, then I fly to the big ol' capitol, where I will someone drag three suitcases, a backpack, and a teddy bear to a cab which will drive me 15-20 minutes to my new apartment. There I will meet my new roommate, Tori, who likes photography, running, concerts, and hanging out with her friends. To be honest, I don't know how to tell her she's rooming with a huge nerd. After various discussions, I've decided to try and own it. Yeah. Nerd. DnD on tuesdays, Raids on the weekends, and LCS saturday afternoons. 

I'm also a part of a lot of group messages about the program. Most people seem pretty chill, but a small (small, I say, as I have no idea how many people are in this message) seem to be determined to party. At the apartments, on boats, in clubs. Finding boys. Wine! Tequila! PREGAMING! Decorating the room! Guitars! Singing. Dancing!

So... basically, college. I don't know what I expected. I guess I would have gotten bored of philosophical discussions. I guess I'm excited. At the very least, Museums and history! And, of course, classes. And internship. I'll have plenty to keep me busy.

Also planning a trip to New York. I have a friend (several, actually) who is having a concert on the 20th, so... why not?

                                                                                                                                                                   

I'm pretty much packed. Still have to clean my room up. Can't shake this sick feeling from my stomach, though. I think it's just nerves. I got really nervous around midterms/finals too. Till my departure, I will continue glaring at my email inbox until an email inevitably arises telling me that something else had gone wrong. And I will fix it. And things will rotate, intermittent with coffee and bagel breaks.

I guess I'm ready. I don't think I could have done much else to prepare. Just gotta relax before I take the big jump, huh?

A real life, totally legitimate picture of me sitting, eating, and waiting for something to go wrong. Until then, I will continue to sit, eat, and ponder whatever pandas ponder about.