The MacBlog

So I’m a little slow on the upkeep with this, as I am with most things (since when is Devo not party music anymore?), but here it is.  Intro time.  Get ready.

My name is Gabrielle Brown, and I’m a freshman at Macaulay Honors at Hunter.  I haven’t yet declared my major, though I’m thinking about taking on Psych (since I’ll spend a good deal of my professional life schmoozing up to people, might as well get to know them...) For fun, I act, write satire and comedy, make hot chocolate, exercise occasionally to sparingly, and peruse the isles of Gracious Homes and Pottery Barn.  I enjoy creating rhetoric on political matters that I hope to one day be qualified enough to make cogent points about.  I believe I am part-housewife, part-ten-year-old-boy. 

My experience thus far at Macaulay has been strangely utopian.  Initially, I felt a bit like James upon walking into the giant peach and seeing all the insects I had never been aware existed—not because my peers were slimy and had four more legs than the average college student, but because everyone looked alien to me. Indeed, I thought they were going to be—the utter horror—normal people.  As my schooling in the giant peach progressed, I started to see that the insects and I were more alike than I thought.  A guy on my floor never walks to the bathroom, but rather commutes there via skateboard.  My friend carries a tub of vegetables the size of her head around in her schoolbag.  We’ll often stay up until ungodly hours of the night watching low-budget 80s horror films (Killer Klowns From Outer Space, anyone?) or taking a crack at the Donald Trump board game, a treasure we accrued in the game room for free.  As it turns out, my college experience has been a paradise for a freak like myself; if you do anything that you think is weird, there will be someone here who does it too, and to a degree ten times weirder than you. And that’s awesome.

Anyway, for cohesion’s sake, I think I’ll put out posts every Friday.  I got no classes today so I think I’ll go make some noodles or refill my potpourri jar.  Now, stop procrastinating you kids! Adios my little blogees!