Themeless

I don't want this to be a diary; it's a blog. So I'll just mention that I'm going back to Beaufort this summer to work with LCM, I have two days of my freshman year of college left, and life is a strange thing.
I've been reading a lot of blogs and such lately, just from different people, and they have been so interesting and full of information and passion!
I am excited to return to Beaufort, but my parents came up to WU today to help me pack up and I realized that I am, in fact, only going to have about 5 weeks with them. I am a suitcase girl. No, Winthrop is not a suitcase school, and nor do I have a difficult home life; I am simply a suitcase girl. Does this indicate some correlation with my lack of commitment to things? I'm not sure, but it sounds like something a therapist would say, so I'm going to go with it.
I also decided today that leaving my old church was a big deal for me because it was always my constant amongst so much change; so for my constant to no longer be a constant, well it kind of shattered my world then. But I think I'm okay now, for the most part anyway.
I went to my first "show"/"concert" (still not sure which it qualifies as) on Friday night. It was one of those places where you have to answer the question "Over or under?" and of course my answer is "under" (holding out my wrist for an appropriate armband). It was a blast, and an experience that I treasure. I had only heard of one of the bands beforehand, Sequoyah Prep School, but now I am familiar and in love with two new ones: Sing It Loud and A Rocket to the Moon. I have been listening to ARTTM almost nonstop since Friday.
Tonight, I cannot sleep. My plan was to awake at 5 this morning so I could spend a couple of hours studying before my 8 am exam, but I found myself up and restless at 3:30 this morning. It's already after 4 and I still cannot sleep, so I'm deciding to go ahead and be up for the day.
Our room is becoming emptier. It is sad to some extent, but thrilling at the same time. I am so used to moving around, being somewhere different, experiencing different environments and roles all the time. Short term mission trips will do that to a person.
Speaking of mission trips, I miss Canada and all of the people I met there. Everyone was so unique and precious, especially the people I was able to closely work with each week. Few people have experiences like I did there in their lifetimes, so it is hard to find someone to share that with, to express myself and have someone fully understand and empathize. Even with Beaufort I find this to be so. Sure, other people go on mission trips, even summer missions, but I have found maybe one person with whom I can share these experiences, and by share I mean form a common, mutual experience on the basis of our individual experiences, not just talk about the trips.
There is a song that I have recently fallen in love with, You Could Be Happy by Snow Patrol. I am not entirely sure why I like it so much, but I think it mostly has to do with the music and the fact that I feel like someone is speaking those words directly to me. Who? I don't know, but it's as if someone is addressing me personally, not that I have the sort of relationship with anyone where that song would even be applicable.
The trash trucks are outside now. They never come at the same time anymore. At the beginning of the school year, they arrived each morning at about 3 am; why 3, I do not know. I think it's stupid to send a loud, obnoxious machine to a college campus, where college students are attempting to rest during their crazy lives, at THREE IN THE MORNING!!! So then I noticed at the beginning of this second semester that they come around 5... but then it was 4. Today I heard them at 4:26 am, so I guess they're a little confused about when to start their route. I used to take the sound of the trash trucks as my cue to hit the hay if I had been working a long night. Today, they must be my cue to hit the shower and start my day. I don't want to, but what else can I do? If I attempt to sleep some more, I will spend half an hour trying to fall asleep only to hear my alarm go off at 5. If I sleep past 5, I will not study for a sufficient amount of time and risk my GPA and scholarships...
Oh, the life of a college freshman!