Chewing Gum & Graphite.

Had my one real final today. And now I’m halfway done with college. Bizarre, bizarre, bizarre.

1. I got an apartment.  Spoke too soon. Damn it damn it damn it.

2. I’m one final away from being halfway finished with college.

3. Today was the last day of studio, and my last day of being in the New Studio until senior year. Trying not to be too emotional about it.

4. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I’m 20 years old.

5. What am I, an adult or something?

I GOT A PART IN A PLAY, GUYS. A PLAY WITH ONLY THREE CHARACTERS. AND I GOT A PART. I AM SO STOKED.

The other night I found myself thinking: If that terrorism threat turns out to be real, if there really is a van full of explosives heading for New York and we are all blown to bits of meat and shards of bone that coat the asphalt and mingle with the dirt, these are the people I would want to die with, these people who I have only known for a year. I am absolutely terrified of dying, but if it were to happen today or tomorrow or some day soon, I hope we could be as we were last night: eating bread and cheese as the clock crept towards midnight, making jokes and easy conversation as we sat around the circular table in room 609. Suspended in too much joy and love to worry, if only for a little while.

The other day I got stuck in an elevator and it was terrifying. Today one of my friends slammed the door to his room too hard and there were twelve of us stuck on there for about an hour, which was amusing but also annoying because it made us miss Whiplash. Classes start tomorrow. Not looking forward to waking up at 8:00, but all is still well. I got new headphones, Alexis and I now actually have things to cook with after our trip to IKEA, and I am pretty much in a perpetual state of utter joy, which I hope won’t completely die once I actually have to start doing work.

One of my fingers keeps twitching and I sliced open another one with a potato peeler last night, but those are two minor complaints amidst a vast ocean of gratitude and an almost dangerous amount of joy. Today was moving freshmen in and seeing Barb and Ali and Zach and having an ’80s dance party and Tom and Adam finally getting here and Whiplash for the first time in forever and it was so nice out and Alexis is getting here tomorrow and right now I absolutely love everything and am expressing it through a massive run-on sentence.

amandacw:

infinityfigure:

and it just feels like, so much has changed, but so much is still the same

this.

I can’t figure out if more things have changed or stayed the same (suffice it to say, I think things, in general, are a hell of a lot better), but it doesn’t really matter; either way, I would never, ever wish to be back in high school.

Some people already left.

More are leaving tomorrow.

I’m leaving on Saturday.

I can’t deal with this saying goodbye thing.

Sometimes all you need is cheap falafel at one in the morning and a solitary walk through the West Village.