Cinematic Leaves & The Facebook Phantom

So the most magical thing happened to me today. I was casually strolling down the sidewalk that I always stroll down en route to the lounge in the music building where I'm currently sitting, and a gust of wind blew dozens of leaves around me. It sounds rather blase, but it was actually quite amazing, like something out of a movie. Do you ever watch a movie and think, "Wow... I wish my life were like that." I feel that way about "You've Got Mail," the one with Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan. Nonetheless, just the fact that the weather was cloudy and not too cold and that fall is making itself evident around campus was enough to make me happy. I hope everyone appreciates this weather.

On a similar note, I got a present today! My friend Kat painted me the most magical picture while she was in Frisco over fall break. It's a blue background with a sparkly silver crescent moon and my name in cursive script. I feel like I should frame it and hang it in my dorm, but that might prove to be problematic because my walls are basically cinder blocks. I'm not a fan of nailing things into cinder blocks...

There seems to be an Honesty Box phantom lurking around campus. A gay phantom at that. An alarming number of guys are getting mysterious and overtly sexual Honesty Box messages on their Facebook profiles. One can only wonder what would possess a person to do such a thing. I mean, not that Honesty Box has a reputation for being the classiest Facebook application; most of the messages in them are either rude and catty or unabashedly sexual. Apparently, people think it's okay to expose their deepest, darkest feelings toward another person under the guise of anonymity. But let's be real. Facebook is ANYTHING but anonymous. There are already rumors circulating about who this mystery person could be. And it has to be one person, because all the messages are word-for-word identical. I mean, he could've at least tried to be creative. It was like one of those mass text messages people send out. Really impersonal and really sad.

Yesterday, the postmistress asked me if I would like a different box number, one that's higher than my current one and thus more easily accessible for a person as tall as myself. With a smile beaming across my face, I said, "Yes, please." She actually considered my predicament, which was touching. She's right, though: box number 669 is just too low to check with any sort of relative ease. I am now the proud resident of university post office box number 541. Spread the word.

Isn't it funny how a good night's sleep can change your mood? I felt like a disaster when I went to bed last night, and by disaster, I mean worried mess. I guess it was just one of those nights when all of your past actions come into perspective and you begin to analyze them down to the very last detail... Wondering why you said this or what made you do that. None of it matters. I feel great today, especially thanks to this optimum weather, which has an uncanny effect on my mood as well. I just wish I could've gone to sleep earlier and saved myself some trouble.

I mentioned to my friend Hannah at lunch that I feel like college has brought out the stranger side of me.