I can change a light bulb all by myself.

I'm so glad it's Friday. I feel like this quarter is whoosh-ing by, and it's already six weeks gone. Fall, where did you go?
I think I'm getting sick, too.

In other news, I want to be this woman:
http://imagejournal.org/page/blog/cheap-grace

She has beautifully put into words one of the things I have been feeling for a while now. I feel like I don't really fit in with the campus culture at SPU, because I'm not Indie or hipster. Oh well.

There's a joke that puts it perfectly:
"How many Indie kids does it take to change a light bulb? ... You don't know?"
No, I don't know. And I didn't understand until several friends condescended to my level to explain. I still don't think it's funny, but it fits the general culture here so well.
I wear American Eagle jeans because they are comfortable. I do not own a flannel shirt, and I do not think leggings should act as pants. I wash my hair every day and I refuse to wear it ratty and messy. I've accepted that I may not look the same as everyone else here, but I think I look just as good because of it.
I don't have any problem shopping at Safeway. I admit that McDonalds is one of my fast food weaknesses. I do not like hummus. I listen to mainstream music, and I think some Indie music is so bad it doesn't deserve to exist, and I do not feel like a bad person for saying this.
My worst crime of all is that I don't have any problem working for Starbucks. I genuinely like Starbucks, more so than all of the other kitschy little coffee shops combined, because I feel very out of place when I go anywhere else. I feel like an impostor, masquerading as someone cool when I'm just the opposite.
I'm not just airing personal grievances, and I'm not ranting about people who are really, honestly into flannel shirts, ratty hair, indie music, and small batch coffee.
I just want to be who I am, and there's nothing wrong with that.

...Plus, I needed a way to justify my love for McDonalds French fries.